Tonight's Poet Corner: Crimelight

Crimelight
by Belinda Roddie

I lit a cigarette and
pulled my winter collar to my chin,
waving away the pastel aurora borealis
from my weary woven brow.

A crooked hand signaled
for the Jeep in front of me
to turn its axles repeatedly
inward - sleek steel bones
cranking out an old stereo sound
as it dipped its nose in the
white blossoming drift.

Fifty miles away, a dozen cars
gathered by the marsh with
bottles blazing blue
in the cool projectory of
twin helicopter blades.
The body dragged from the swamp
was brown
and calm
and surreal.