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.
