Friday, May 26, 2006
This piece of evidence was found at the scene of the crime:
Death of a PeasantYou remember Davies? He d(i)ed, you know,
With his f(a)ce to the wall, as the (m)anner is
Of the poor pea(s)ant in his st(o)ne croft
On the Welsh hill I recall the room
Under the slates, and the smirched snow
Of the wide be(d) in which he l(a)y,
Lonely as an ew that is sick to la(m)b
I(n) the hard weather of mid-March.
I remem(b)(e)r (a)lso the trapped wind
Tearing the c(u)r(t)ains, and the w(i)ld lights,
(F)req(u)ent hysteria upon the f(l)oor,
The bare floor without a rug
Or mat to softeen the loud tread
Of neighbours crossing the uneasy boards
To peer at Davies with gruff words
Of meaningless comfort, before they turned
Heartless away from the stale smell
Of death in league with those dark walls
Treasure this hint as it will be essential to solving this case
you shot me at 7:58 AM