Murder Reveals Your Neighbors

Somewhere, somehow, something, someone,
Isn't telling the truth.
Unraveling certain words on the page from the palate of the tongue
Doesn't get us closer to finding the killer
But it's a start.

Mr. Livman thinks the forwarding addresses are all wrong and
Your Portuguese is elementary at best.
Your personal items are dirty and only getting dirtier
Mr. Livman is asking us to ask you, where were you at three thirty pee em yesterday?

Dr. Annick, the proprietor of the house and owner of the lab,
Dresses like she's an artist but her neighbors have their
Own ideas as to who she really is, "Do you want to know, Detective Singer?"
Dr. Annick, she's the hooker on Pete Street.

Mrs. Porter kept mostly to herself and only went to the gun range once a week,
"Good thing he was only stabbed," she said,
Cutting off another round, fingering the trigger like a relentless lover,
"Mrs. Porter, will you please stop pointing your weapon at me?"

Steve was a nobody. In fact, no one really knew of his existence
Until the crime scene was created.
His body, born and died that day, not in exactly that order.
Steve, why do we care?