Blue Thief Walks

Hung jury -

Again. 

The Blue Thief free -  

Again, 

To kill, to steal, and to destroy,

Creative souls, 

Delicate hearts, 

Lives saturated in potential.

"Blame the dead!"

They chant at the intersection of

Ignorance and Pomposity, 

Like billionaires comment on slums,

Like Iowans speak of the ocean,

Like the history of Winter in Maui

Compelled to debate, 

While the Blue Thief walks

Into more lives, 

Like fog rolls in obscuring sight,

Like mildew creeps in souring the soul,

Like allergens debilitate with so much sneezing - 

As life is slowly extracted,

From the body,

Such that the body alone remains, 

Compelled to debate;

Missing the point.

"Who killed the clown?"

Says the Blue Thief, 

"The search for the real killer continues,"

Says the Blue Thief, 

As though his murders are not staged.