THE MANY MAN

The Many Man

Dead on my doorstep

I jumped as I stepped over him

The black ball of his head I saw

A crater was forced on it

It was my inference that it was forced

Probably by a blunt object

A wrench? A Steel Pipe? A Bob?

It was vague to make a guess

Aha! Now what would this be?

A man’s name on this very person

I know him; we had tea the other day

Quite a jovial man, now he seems to be dead

Why did he die on my very doorstep?

What he did here, I can’t perceive

I snooped around to find something amiss

All I could find was a tired me

My hands were covered in blood

My clothes all stained from it

Dried overnight, tasted the same too

What could this be? A frame? A blame game?

I remember going to sleep last night

I had forgotten to take my pills

But I do remember sleeping

As I can remember nothing

Oh my! What fresh ill is this?

I felt something cold dangling in my coat pocket

Why now? This is my ever faithful gun

What could it be doing here? Out of the bedside locker?

I reminisced, dead man on the doorstep

Blood frozen on my clothes, no drips

My gun’s blunt end seems like it was used for fun

I can make a wild guess as to what I had done