~Cold Case~
By raVen lakins
Thirty years ago
A gun flew through the
Night air
Wiped clean
The grip
Still warm
From frenzied
Discharge
Its body
Landing amongst
Innocent carousel brambles
Hidden, hidden
Like a ghost
He’s gone
Although surely
Something pierced through
Surely something
Ripped open his aorta
And led to a mother
Kneeling
Keening
Roaring
In a cold hospital atrium
As the koi flipped and swished
In its chlorinated pool
Like a ghost
He’s gone
Both perpetrator
And perpetrated
Poof
Is
It
Just
A
Dream?
Thirty years later
Still, no one’s found him
And I wonder if he’s living
A stunted, child possessed
I wonder if he holds this
Hidden, hidden
Or if he’s died
By his own hand
Never being
Truly found
Hidden, hidden
Like my deepest rage
Like my
Orphaned
Hollow
Resistant
Aorta
Like this
Heavy
Heaving
Grief
Thirty years later
It remains cold
Still no one’s found him
And the Wolfman’s
Ashes
Have gone
To the wind
~Written for “Justice: Sisters of The Holy Pen” edited by Pamela Eakins
Spoken Word version available at: https://anchor.fm/raven417/episodes/Cold-Case-e1nlm2s
Letting Go 