Muswell Hill Poem by Mark Heathcote

His inconspicuous manner was a smokescreen
Meant his crimes went undetected for years
He exploited the susceptible, the vulnerable.

Preying on those who fell through the cracks
Like a scorpion-fish, a sit-and-wait predator
Offering food and drink at the end of the night.

Killer—Nielsen has no feelings of remorse
Reflecting on his accounts to the police
"Do the police normally investigate drains? "

What a way to remember someone's life
The vague memory he once owned a shirt tie
Now along with fifteen others, he doesn't.