Swarm of Bees

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Minutes after
I had told my father,
the police had
arrived to question
me.
They questioned
me
and the boys,

swarming us
like bees.
They should be
out there
trying to find out
who killed
the person in the
wych elm.

And yet,
they questioned,
and prodded
us
some more.
Not completing the job
that they were
sent for.

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