An Entire Life in Boxes - Ian Duquemin

An entire life in boxes, stacked within a messy room
The contents tell a story like a hieroglyphic'd tomb
Inside are wrinkled photographs and bills he didn't pay
Strands of hair, dismembered toes... His blatant DNA
One box holds his ironed clothes.
Another hides his head...
First box boring, cardboard brown
Second, crimson red
Separating life and death is easy to explain
A centrifuge not needed to divide the joy from pain
Pinned upon the boxes lies the answer to his end
A bloody little poem... That the killer kindly penned

Ian Duquemin