MISSING PERSON Joseph Iraggi Day bright or grey night, the asphalt pathways are full yet empty With a felt fitted hat and leering eyes the scene is surveyed, Perfect inspection seeking to find something absent and unknown Listless perusal of patterns and angles seeking to identify the initiative: Evidence is accrued and accepted in sealed plastic bags and boxes, trying to find a piece Hunts for human remains and soul stains upon the psyche of attraction Interaction has ceased and the culprit is furtively foraging for familiarity Minutes into hours into weeks the signs are fading and the answers floating up and away Fingerprints and DNA mark the manual position of perfunctory happenstance; Soothing rhythms resonate through the branches bending in the billowy air, The authorities divide and conquer the efforts to encircle the escaped emotional body Words and phrases connect the lifeline of monumental intricacy and invisible institutions Gradually the statistics and data comprise the invigorated instigator. Ideas into images into actions leading to the direct deposit of disposition inflamed Actuality is imagination in an untrained effort to encapsulate ideology and elation Clues lead to charges and cases: of acquittal and then eventual conviction; Conniving catalysts seek to distract the harmony of heartstrings playing Her chords. Voices on the intercom tally tenacious examination and analysis of accreditation, Percentages predict and soil the simplicity of spirituality meets material interpretation. The lead detective arrives at the official timetable and concludes on catastrophe Nothing short of insanity and miracle whip provide the finality to the lost time. After all but naught sitting in the windowsill signaling dire, the sun gleams Out the window the wild whims appear and form finality in gracious gambits. The thief of travel returns the precious gem to its genuine place on the left And the whole staff reports back to their superiors of the successful series.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 22:22:39 +0000