CHILLED TO THE BONE

I stood near the dumpster
The trash was piled high
There under a blanket
I saw his blue eyes.

They were fixed and wide open
I started to cry
His hair …long and matted
With blood… partially dried.

I reached for my cell phone
I called 911
I wanted to leave there
I wanted to run.

The local sheriff
Stepped out of his car
Huffing and puffing
Smoking a cigar.

“What do we have here?”
He casually said,
“Looks like he’s gone
Yep, that boy is dead”.

No hint of emotion
No true concern
I watched as his cigar
Continued to burn.

He took my number
My name and address
Said, “Removing the body
Would be quite a mess”!

The Medical Examiner
Arrived on the scene
Forensics, detectives
The entire police team.

Before a crowd gathered
Now chilled to the bone
I walked away
I headed for home.

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Photo from Google Images:

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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