Working in the Dark

 

     Having been given the murder
    I quickly scanned all the
    Previous detective had, the
    Rusty knife, the empty shells,
    The blood-soaked room, the
    Body stretched upon the floor.

    My old mind feared I wasn’t
    Up to the task; yet I’d always
    Managed once I focused upon
    The crime.  I stood in
    The dark and conjured
    The man who killed the woman
    Upon the floor.  The door began

    To open.  I drew my Glock and
    Moved against the wall.
    The killer had returned to
    View his crime.  He came
    In nimbly, firing, but I
    Was the quickest into his
    Darkness and into mine.