The black police dog winced
as its paws touched the thorns
on the bushes by the side
of a remote beachside highway.
A little reluctantly, the cadaver dog
followed its police handler into
the Long Island brush, looking
for yet more human remains.
We always say ‘another day in paradise’.
The wind whistled through the reeds
and the brush crackled
as the cadaver dog carried on sniffing.
Selected text from a BBC news article about bodies found on Long Island, 7 April 2011. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.
Verbatim Poetry 