Crime scenes
Aren't as clean
As a blanket tossed
Across
A lost one
In a room.
It's antisceptic
On the screen.
The victims rarely seen.
Those who linger
After,
Share pain and suffering
That can't be screened.
The covered relief
Gives no evidence
Of the gravity
Of the grief.
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