New poem by Koon Woon

The Murder at the End of “F” Street

One must get beyond the mind of winter

to view the murder at the end of “F” Street,

and to cast a stone straight into its fierce wind

when memory yields no clue.

We've come to the abyss

and the abyss resents our intrusion,

while the murder at the end of “F” Street

was roundly denounced as a delusion.

Greater minds have rested here –

at the nadir of two cycloids,

when a priori we know as certain

that its logic is refutable by school boys.

And so goes it without reporting,

the murder at the end of “F” Street,

like fish glimpsing surface of lake,

and pussiwillows now buds indiscreet.

So one must get beyond the mind of winter

to denounce the murder at the end of “F” Street,

where tell-tale signs of the gratuitous deed

will follow us, will drag us by our feet.

Koon Woon

December 26, 2016