Jane Doe

Eyes of the artificially embarrassed crowd
can't help to gawk, inquisitive, waiting for the screams.

So they can say they were there
when What's-her-name,
was pushed into the soil with his verbal skills
and kicked to death anonymously.

Sympathy stares at her impressive wounds,
but no-one will ever take a single fleeting second
to ponder what name to put on her tombstone.

Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-09-29 at 21:26

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Have you written something like this before? I felt I had read something like it.
But this was good though, sad, but good!

sounds like an awfull experience...

I liked the way you described what' going on. I feel like I'm right there in the crowd watching