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The Coroner's Wife

written by: Leanne Howard Kenney



The coroner’s wife
sleeps tonight alone
the brownstone
her husband alight
with the stars at night
it’s just a way of life
                Awake, she’d sit
                up, unaware
                the psychological warfare
                images that would be transmit

                                                He was where tonight
                                                shot, stabbed, choked
                                                to death, unprovoked
                                                carnage on the asphalt
                                                blood drops
                                                on his shoes        

                                                                        The coroner
                                                                        sits up — down tonight
                                                                        in his office
                                                                        desk light off — on
                                                                        in the distance mourning — morning
                                                                        time never awaits                                        

                                                                                                        —30 —

Leanne Howard Kenney

Leanne Howard Kenney

My name is Leanne Howard Kenney. I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts. I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . . Apparently, I am a former writer. Well, that is not quite true. I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years. I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not. I am just glad they came. I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
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