Man3 Poem by Don Pearson

His back is to the wall
and he sits where he can see the door.
He was never thought of as important,
but was always there,
in the background
towards the edge of the photographs,
looking confident and assured,
had you but observed
as closely as he did.

Now, under the new dispensation,
it has been revealed
that he may know
where the bodies are buried.
He seems diminished, wary,
unsure whether he has
more to fear from those who
would suppress his knowledge
or those who would extract it.

We are all killers,
all relatives of the dead.

13th November 2012