cold case (miltons unconscious)

fog can give us rain
it can drip leaving a trail
to those walking a trail
into unconsciousness

the way a mind derails
her brain was splattered on these curtains
and the children scarred lay
in an oven burned
the dark can conceive a daughter
which beckons light to witness slaughter

and at the church in Milton way
as I walked through
a crime scene
in Tokyo
or Washington dc
my mind derails
I left I fled like fog
to find you

but alas they are minor details
and as Dahmer kept fridges of entrails
he never truly digested
and unlike you requested
I never did find the edge
of dark that pain entails

but a spark at night
to sweep the streets
a nihilism complete
I found her life
amidst the death
within the little details....