Poems by Dave Bieman

A body thrown out
catches in branches
no alarms raised
rots away
an unattached bone
finally falls
a dog's owner
points out to us
a cold case
in deed
a long time
in search of
the victim
backtracking toward
who went missing
when
and no one
ever
seemed to say
where's Bob
Eventually
we like the wife
and the business partner
and so does the D.A
who breaks their five year
run together
into ten apart
unless good behavior
is considered
This is the crimescene
blood
lots of blood
a pattern
here somewhere
the body somewhere
else
hospitals checked
and no one
checked in
by that name
or by any other
with that kind of
talk to friends
and relations
of an address
Eventually
one breaks down
proving again
it's not what you know
Alan had
an itchy
trigger
finger
and fixed it
by scratching
two guys
who bothered him
while he was
mean mugging
some other
barstool cretin
Eventually
we get them all
Chop chop chop my mother
Because the fortune's in her name
Chop chop chop my father
He abused us I'll exclaim
Chop chop chop my sister
Just to show it's not a game
But I think I'll spare my brother
I need someone I can frame
Now I have to chop myself
Just once
To justify my claim
 

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