Jane Doe

Jane Doe

Just a few broken bits of bone

Some scraps of cloth and a hair or two

Marked and placed in plastic bags

Is all that remains of you

Wild dogs took all the rest

From what little they could obtain

They pieced like a jigsaw puzzle

And now they call you Jane.

Sketch artist captured well

That girlish grin that gentle curl

As your composite un-identified you

Eighteen to twenty-one, front page girl.

But I knew it took more than snow

To cover you as your trail of footprints

DNA was more than enough to show

As your forensic finger now points.