Death Was Futility DefinedA Poem by Frank F. AtanacioA woman's body found in a wooded areaFound, face down, at the edge of a wooded trail, was a black woman in her twenties, her spirit’s arms would flail, her reality would fail, and her ghost would float, she was wearing a light brown jogging coat, there was no identification, there was no wallet or purse, her sanity would curse, although her shoes, pants and panties were near the body, death was futility defined, murder became part of the day to day grind, we got so use to it, it boggles the mind. © 2010 Frank F. Atanacio |
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2 Reviews Added on November 7, 2010 Last Updated on November 7, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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