FOR JANE DOE

It was a cold wet night There was noise at the street bend They said they found you At the back alley Dress ripped to the hip Red panty twisted at your right ankle It looked swollen n stuffed in the black stiletto u wore. Your head was thrown back As if in euphoric ecstacy But i guess it was the slash of your throat Your hands were bound at your back Some whispered snide remarks They called you a whore Even so they knew you not They found your body ashore Ears eyes nose lips all gone You looked like a soaked loaf of bread Bloated and bursting at the seams No one reported you missing Even the sea rejected you And caused the angry waves to fish you out There too they mumbled You were the town's eating dish Some spat in disgust Oh these saintly Pharisees They knew you not. The horn blared loudly Tires screeched The voices shrieked loudly You saw it coming Yet you were too weak to keep moving Now your brain sits, splattered on the road Your rag clothed skinny self lay upon the street Same place you made your bed Now you lay there, dead I can swear i heard them sigh That of relief Alas! That creepy beggar is no more Hmmph! They also knew you not. Three different women Same fate No one claimed you So they gave you the same name tag.