When specter froze itself in draping silks,
and hid itself in eggshell shades, it cracked
like Russian spies among opposing ilks,
and shook like leaves. When pleased, it took the slack,
now jagged curtain rod and shattered out
a window to the silent midnight pall.
He'd never laid so closely, wound about
a form so tightly or left scrambled scrawl
so lightly etched in fresh cadaver's wet
and stinking gut. His step's quick click and knife's
efficient melody made tears collect
postmortem. Humming octaves atop his wife's
new lover's blinded body, butchered, red,
record-light blinked 'til batteries ran dead.
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