Hans Ostrom

Silver Star - 3,901 Points (1954 / California)

Murder-Mystery Poem - Poem by Hans Ostrom

Among fictional live bodies lies a fictionally dead one,
made so not by itself but by one or more bodies who
had a mind or minds, means, and opportunity
to kill. Identification ensues. Who is dead, who
killed, who will mislead, confess, and reveal? Enter

empiricism, wearing a thick coat and looking
around with those unmistakable Aristotelian
eyes. The empiricist is a foe of secrecy, a friend
of plodders who trod paths of data, and an assistant
to the plot. In death, on ice, a body in this fiction
is information incarnate. It is cause

for apprehensiveness and apprehension,
justice and correction. Ah, there in a meadow
of likelihood stands a murderer, defined
by spores of imperfection and pride, caught
by humble fact, the residue of act. Under

arrest, a fictional transgressor is held, as I,
satisfied, hold the soft paperback book in my hands.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 8, 2014

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