Thank you to Jack Caradoc of Dreich Magazine 

for publishing my poem.

Alfred

Skillful maneuvers that lead eyes onto

film informed by reality.

Stories telling us all along that life has organization.

A shocking exuberant shape,

more wide than high,

he’s easier to find than his more slender peers

among a great profusion of corpses.

His profile,

a legible sign,

pointing to

an acute need to solve the crime.

With the usefulness of his lens,

emergent forms are overlaid with latent images.

He spills a diversion of clues with great ingenuity,

shapes the liquid of blood

into shades of the dead.

Alfred’s representation of the ordinary unfolds basic ideas,

infused them with a sense of vitality.

As the actions unfold,

a cycle of development looms.

Moral implications are made clear,

and then closure,

as we take our fears with us into the blackness of night.