The Untraceable Murder

Peeling paint, a shelter, a blocker of the winds

no ears, no tongue, no eyes

but what if?

All was quiet

on the western front

The hustle, the bustle

The costly heels and shoes, clip clack clip

The clipboards, the touch of graphite against paper

The irritated boss, the obedient clients

Day after night after day

All was quite different 

on the eastern front

The same hustles, the same bustles

The same costly heels and costly shoes, clip clack clip

The same clipboards, the same touch of the same graphite against the same paper

The same irritated boss, the same obedient clients

Day after the same night after day

But one night the sun did not sink into the horizon 

as peacefully as before

Oh, yes

The blocker of the winds did hear

The shrieks, the screams

The costly heels fleeing, clip clack clip

The silence

Then the wailing sirens

Peeling paint, a shelter, a blocker of the winds

a set of ears

but no tongue, no eyes

to tell, to say, to see

when all was quite different

on the eastern front 

-Sofiya