The Zodiac Killer



The 

night

cricket

solely

chirp

and in the dark 

appears

a shadow

with a glinted knife

a gun

quiver lip

ashen smirked

vile sputum

cold wind shrugged

blood squirted

smeared the park bench

on two lover

having a romantic quickie

under the starless sky

unwilling to die

life waned

and the soft guttural

protest

mysterious figure

devoured quick-silvery

on the conniving trees 

nearby

and yet…

and still, the

zodiac code 

remain

undeciphered

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