Saturday 26 February 2011

Two Crimes

She sat on the swing
lacking any real conviction
not really doing a thing
as the clock ticked on.
She was alone,
well, all but for one:
a man who isn’t known;
at a second glance both were gone.

Her mother sat by the phone
dithering in indefinite distress
due to the whereabouts of her own:
the daughter with whom she’s blessed.
The clock still ticks
as the girl opens her eyes
remembering her captors tricks,
the devil in disguise.

Her father patrols the park
in parental panic.
no-one’s to be seen in the dark
as his misery becomes manic.
The man is making her do things
in this unfamiliar place,
to aid her comfort she sings
until silenced when he slaps her in the face.

Just as the father can’t cope
although it’s no guarantee,
he finds a glimmer of hope
in her discarded teddy found beside an ID.
The silence is broke
with a knock on the man’s door
and it seems to clear the smoke
as the man lay dead on the floor.

The girls eyes lit like the sun
as she and her father embrace
“lets get home to mum
and forget about this horrible place”
but her dad couldn’t go back,
she saw mummy alone this time
but this murder was a just attack.
How, I ask, is this a crime?

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