ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part
about Death, the finite details
that would have given me away.
I wept as though I were remorseful
and swung onto my back
the heavy bag someone had to carry.
I washed my hands till they bled.
The blue jays' song chiseled away
at my innocence, so I backed up
the others' alibis though no one
had heard of mine. If it was up
to anyone to confess then it was
time for everyone to surrender:
hands in the air, walking in a line--
it was like dancing, and I led.