Crime Scene.(Poem)

 
   He didn't look at the little girl, so dead 
   in her bed, age ten. He zipped his coat 
   and noticed the coroner examining the red- 
   black stains on the corpse with the gash in its throat. 
   He wandered down the hall to her mother's room 
   and stared at the bed, he knew it well, of course, 
   from a decade ago. He smelled her scent, her perfume, 
   and thought how ...