Amy Kolling
Old dingy dark school house
Now it's only use is for apartments
Six broken windows
Around and inside it engulfed mystery
Late at night low shadows
And laughing children echoed through the halls
All who lived there wanted to know what happened
Bloody fingerprints line the walls of the basement
Painting a picture of the murder
The stabbing
The bloodshed of a child molester
A man
His heart and soul bloody sought
One brave woman arrested and locked up
For defending herself
Her child
Whom he had torn, ruined him
Ruined him for life
One child hurt
Unknown how many others
A little boy's life destroyed by this master of disguise
No one could believe it.
His funeral was a mistake
No one should have gathered in memory of this monster
His acts now heard by others living in that building
His blood stain left on the floor where he died
His blood shed only for the best
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(c) 1999 Amy Kolling. All rights reserved.
Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.