True Crime

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True Crime

The body of a young woman lying beneath a power line

At 10:45 on the 27th day of January 1980

Two boys out dirt-dogging in a remote area

Off Bellvue Avenue thought they had discovered

A dead animal because of the unpleasant smell

The individual was wearing blue jeans

A maroon jacket and platform shoes

She had perfect teeth and a deformed toe

Churchgoing championship swimmer cheerleader

The white female had left her place of

Employment at the Daytona Dog Track

She talked of making contacts so that she could

Get mushrooms for use as a hallucinogenic drug

Somewhere on her aimless ramblings beachside

The happy project took a dark turn

Her 1973 powder blue Plymouth Duster

With Craig or Slider disk mags was

Abandoned behind the Azalea Motel

At Interstate 75 and U.S. 84

She was obviously headed home to

Sew her cheerleading outfit

When her car malfunctioned

Her trip had caused her to miss Sunday

School for the first time in ten years

She had only taken her silver Timex watch

A sleeping bad and two bathing suits

No stranger to the Disco Room

At the Holiday Inn Boardwalk

How did she like life

She sat alone and seemed melancholy

She started to get on the crabby side

Her time was up but she didn’t know it

Approximately one year earlier a woman’s

Purse had been found in the woods on

The west side of the south bound lane

Along with a book of matches printed with

The name Mandarin Motel on South Atlantic

Avenue in Ormand Beach leading the authorities

To the demonic individual who committed

This despicable deed a gang member whose

Girlfriend operated as a prostitute

Did something happen to him as a baby or what

His parents thought they could raise him their way

Not knowing what was to happen in the future

He found the socialization process difficult

If not impossible leading him to discharge an

Intolerable schizophrenic anger with unnecessary

Ferociousness and to carry out senseless crimes

Which were basically anti-social acts allowing him

To enjoy a sense of calm or even gratification

He never really gave the thing any thought

Until he was on Death Row

Then everything hit him at once

Eight seconds of 2,300 volts and 9 ½ amps

In a 24’ by 60’ trailer

No sense going into detail because

It’s old hat now

This poem was created using material  from the book “I would Find a Girl Walking” by Kathy Kelly and Diana Montane
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memory documentation and manipulation
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