4307. WEIRDNESS HAS A JUSTICE

WEIRDNESS HAS A JUSTICE

And a texture and a fabric too  -  all so

many ways to keep apart the things we do.

In looking up the face of the corpse, I found

two versions of the very same shot : in a

way not much different than a Shroud of

Turin thing, the sort of idea that people

fight over for years and years.

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Now one has to ask - was there a gunman

in the bushes, and if so, what could he see?

No strange assassins have ever been women,

now tell me that? I brush forth the flower

that's now fallen from your cloak; a memorial

trapeze to an artist on high. So much is now,

so little is later than.

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On the back of that 12 page calendar found

hanging over the desk  -  7 years old it was,

forgotten and out of date  -  was scrawled a

telephone number, the sort you don't see

any more : 5 or 6 digits, and then a letter

or two. Something European or from some

other place. I happened to know it was the

Army posting Mr. Jantz's son had while

in Germany; but I never said. It was more

fun to watch the perplexed detective fumble

over what he thought could be a clue.