Mystery Shell

A smoking gun

Lays hot

Taunting me with knowledge

Knowing the truth of the catastrophe

Each puff of smoke

Mimicking justice

Laughing at the scene

Keeping its secret

The bringers of justice

Roaming for clues

Stepping over the gun

Ignoring the constant reminder

Blood splatter pattern

Finger and foot prints

Collecting fiber and hair

Forced entry, broken down door

This is the scene

A different dimension

Stepping in the rooms

Not knowing the truth

A smoking gun

The puffs of carbon

Cascading into images of the crime

The truth being played out