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Murder accusation in a poem

Quake42

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Very, very bizarre story. The poem isn't too bad either IMO.

'We all saw you take his life'
Below is an abridged version of a poem put up around the streets of Bath by someone who claims to have witnessed the killing of Paul Kelly.

Mr Kelly, 32, was found stabbed to death outside the Longacre pub on New Year's Day. The poem has been edited to remove obscene language.

Now I will show how a few words can be made
As sharp and deadly as any boy's blade
How running away will not you save
The truth is there like an open grave

You can wipe your bloody hands in the grass, till they bleed...


A defenceless man is dead and his blood's gone cold
But the story of his end is going to be told


You can run and run till your shoes wear thin
And hope that you're safe, 'cos of the colour of your skin
Paul Kelly lies dead, and who held the knife?
It was you, [name removed], we all saw take his life.

The New Year was but a short hour old
When you and your mates were: Oh, so bold.
You put us to shame,
But we did the same.

It was black on white, so it must be right
It was you who said: 'He had it coming that night.'
Then you ran away and we turned our backs.
You said we would be next if we breathed a word
We took in you threats that now sound absurd

So we closed our eyes
And took in your lies

So where will you run when, at last, you face a brave man?
You gonna run once more through the streets, all a quiver?

Will wash yourself down in the deep, deep river?
Yow, young [name removed], where you threw the knife,
Listen to what I say and take good heed:
You can wipe your bloody hands in the grass, till they bleed...
But you will never, never get them clean.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/somerset/6496135.stm
 
Poem names killer

Police seek mystery author of poem naming alleged killer

· Verse clues led police to knife thrown in river
· Witnesses to pub stabbing 'frightened to speak out'

Lee Glendinning
Tuesday March 27, 2007
The Guardian

A mysterious poet who left an emotional verse near the site where a father-of-two was murdered may know the identity of the killer.
Detectives investigating the murder of Paul Kelly, 32, have been trying to trace the author of the poem, which has appeared by the dozen on lamp posts and bus shelters near the scene of the murder in Somerset over the past week, naming the alleged attacker and giving other possibly vital clues.

Mr Kelly was stabbed to death outside the Longacre Tavern in Bath early on New Year's Day and police believe as many as 20 people may have witnessed the killing.
According to the poem, several people witnessed the attack but are afraid to come forward because they have been threatened by the killer. As well as naming the alleged killer, the poem, entitled, Running From Paul Kelly, suggests the murder weapon was disposed of in the river Avon. Detectives have since recovered a knife from the river and are carrying out forensic tests.

Avon and Somerset released the text of the poem yesterday, but withheld the name of the alleged killer. Detectives say the person named in the poem is known to them and was being investigated.

The composition also hints that the crime was racially motivated. It warns time is running out for the killer and justice will eventually catch up with him.

"The truth is there like an open grave," it reads. "A defenceless man is dead and his blood's gone cold. But the story of his end is going to be told. You can run and run till your shoes wear thin.

"And hope that you're safe, 'cos of the colour of your skin. Paul Kelly lies dead, and who held the knife? It was you XXXX, we all saw you take his life."

Mr Kelly, who was originally from Glasgow, is believed to have been involved in an argument inside the pub which then spilled out into the street, where he was stabbed several times. He died of his wounds on the pavement.

The line which led police to search the river Avon for the knife read: "You gonna run once more through the streets, all a quiver?/ Will wash yourself down in the deep, deep river?/ Yow, young XXXX, where you threw the knife."

Superintendent Nigel Rock, leading the investigation, has urged the writer to contact him. "The poem appears to reinforce our belief that a significant number of people almost certainly know the identity of Paul Kelly's killer," he said. "But for reasons best known to themselves, these people are still reluctant to come forward. I am saying to anyone out there who has information about who is responsible for this crime: please help this family to be able to put a closure on one chapter of this tragedy."

Extract

Now I will show how a few words can be made

As sharp and deadly as any bwoy's blade

How running away will not you save

The truth is there like an open grave ...

The New Year was but a short hour old

When you and your mates were: Oh, so bold.

You put us to shame,

But we did the same.

It was black on white, so it must be right

It was you who said: 'He had it coming that night' ...

You said we would be next if we breathed a word

We took in your threats that now sound absurd ...

So where will you run when, at last, you face a brave man?

You gonna run once more through the streets, all a quiver?

Will wash yourself down in the deep, deep river?

Yow, young XXXX, where you threw the knife,

Listen to what I say and take good heed:

You can wipe your bloody hands in the grass,

till they bleed

But you will never, never get them clean.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/crime/article ... 54,00.html
 
I think 'poem' is too complimentary a word for that piece of relentless doggerel!
 
Boulters_Canary said:
I think 'poem' is too complimentary a word for that piece of relentless doggerel!

That's a bit harsh considering the circumstances :?
 
It does seem to be an odd way to go about it - why a poem?
 
Listen to this song if you can.

'Water's Edge' Lyrics
Artist: Seven Mary Three


"Don't go there,"
I heard her say.
"You can't stomach what you're gonna see."
It's down there by the waters edge,
Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else.

Funny how,
These things come about.
When you're tied to the teeth and mouth,
The sound of fury,
A shot of pain.
There was no real reason,
No gain.

I can't go down to the water's edge,
I didn't do it,
I saw who did.
Don't go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.

It ain't no secret to me,
How she got there down by the stream.
Cause I'd seen her a minute before,
The van pulled up and opened the door. (oh my love)

I can't say a single word,
About what I saw of her.
Cause her killers,
They got their friends,
In familiar places,
I tell you man!

I can't go down to the water's edge,
I didn't do it,
I saw who did.
Don't go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.

This ain't no fucking game.
And I'm feeling so ashamed,
Cause I didn't do anything.
No I didn't do anything,
-to stop,
-to stop,
-to stop,
-to stop,
This from,
HAPPENING.
I did not do,
ANYTHING!

Don't go down to the waters edge you said to me,
I didn't do it but,
I saw who did, you see.
Don't go down to the waters edge,
They did it once and they can do it again.

I swear,
I swear,
I swear,
I swear,
I didn't do a thing,
I should have done something
 
Quake42 said:
The poem isn't too bad either IMO.

There's some interesting images and word choices, but "will not you save" is more than a little forced.

And couplets?
 
Yeah, I'm not totally convinced of the literary merits of the work, but shurely that's besides the point?
 
Whoever wrote the poem.

And Im sure the police know who that is
 
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