as they lifted the still form from the chalk outline, a note fell out of one of the pants pockets.

in nick king time/in shaving grace/we wax sub lime/we winch the race/we frau our heads/we husband wives/and din our beds/we leaf our lives

in sol lent lee/in 2 bay shun/in harm on knee/in gall vest donne/on warden up/whirred add a streak/bee four we sup/wed dry techneek

dew nod diss turb-/o chap turf ore/weer inn a blurb/wheel loud firm more/tube bust tower chops/tube baskin glory/for belle he flops/en death the story

“poor bastard,” said the medical examiner. “whud whas ee thinking??”