A Body Found Dead Under A Lincoln Park Bench. Poem by Michael Gale

A body found under a deserted Lincoln Park bench...
Leaves ruffled into a nice neat pile.

Cacooned looking becomes this scene...
No denial.

Cold and wintery gust's...
Blows about all Chicago's powdery dust.

No kid's kites fullfills the Chicago park's skies...
No new death's or even many lies.

Tap, tap, tap as is heard the hammering pounding noise...
No sight of a girl or even any boys.

The wintery day is only accompanied by roofers working hard and into the early dissolved dawn...
A doe is spotted among the park's clumps of trees but without 'nary a rare seen fawn.

How long has the maggots and bugs been feeding on the rotting stiffened carcus? ...
Only time and a lone hoot owl in tree above knows how long or what because.

An obituary in next tuesday's newspaper will have to be witten by a heart broken mother at the sudden
loss of a recent missing daughter...
I hope the slimmier critter that killt that girl runs outta time.

Is the killer a man or a woman? ...
I don't know if the police have yet as caught 'er.

Or him maybe even maybe...
I just hope he does not run off and join the Navy.

A shed out tear...
Dripped freshly by guilt fed fear.

No word of love left the lips of that suddened saddened mother...
Only sadly forlorn fed anger did she impart to her daughter, while divorced from a long absent unhusbandly father.

Now this mother's days will be long and clouded with only room for doom and gloom...
Her days(of this new now lonely mother) will want and have to be swept clean with a blackened saddest broom.

Lonely futured sad days spent travelling to a lone lost grave...
A mother grieving as a saddened and guilt fed knave.

To move on in life, she'll have to buck up and become real brave...
For, until she admits to guilt, she'll be forever enshrouded under an umbrella of guilty shame as it's helpless slave.

There is no happy ending here...
Only sadness is heard by deaf ears in griefly guilt-you hear.