Murder Town

​This quiet little town
has become the center of upheaval
and confusion as of late.
It was so quiet when I got here.
People were so neighbourly,
waving to you as a complete stranger.
Now everyone has suspicious eyes
as you hear the click of a door lock.
 
It started a few months back
during the winter thaw
when Adam was found,
frozen in the wooden border
so close to his home,
His eyes were frozen open they say.
The bruised marks on his neck
told the rest of the story.
Found by a beaten path
to the neighbour’s home.
The path used  for visits
no one was to know about
including the husband
or Adam’s wife.
 
The community was at a loss
when Stephen was found on his porch,
throat open with just one strike.
The discovery was grotesque, so much blood
splashed all over his leisurely swing.
While people took in the horror
of one of their own meeting a violent end
not many saw the youth of today
walking up Stephen’s outside steps
to buy the day’s coloured pills.
 
Finding Esther off the wooden path
sent waves of fright through the town.
Not even the walking trails in the open
were safe for the citizens
as find Esther has proven.
Never spoken of are the lined pockets
of money that were with the body.
Bills from places of business
that were struggling to keep the lights on.
 
How do I know all of this you ask?
I may have been the dark figure
walking unnoticed in the shadow of the night,
making visits in the Murder Town.
 
August 8, 2018
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2018