Into the Forest and all the Way Through

by Cynthia Pelayo

Into the forest and all the way through, I ask you to follow my voice

It remains a mystery, they say. But there is no mystery when someone Knows, and others won’t speak,

Your murder as reality show Crime scene, crime news, crime Cruises, but has anyone solved The crime? We worship the death On screen, but need to know more Information, overwhelms about the Programs, but not about you, who Were you? Show me more, the fields The killing fields, where your head Ached, and your body slumped Kidnapped and decomposed, human Fertilizer, harsh isn’t it? It’s grueling To think of a beautiful woman, gone Dead, skull fractured, questions, so Many questions, but if the questions Are all answered they cannot profit From your murder