St. Patrick’s Church was sparsely filled <br />For Friday morning mass <br />The seniors getting restless- <br /> the clock read a quarter past. <br /> <br />It wasn’t like the pastor <br />to leave them waiting there. <br />Father Hinds was not the kind <br />to miss the call to prayer. <br /> <br /> <br />The usher and the janitor <br />Together went next door <br />They both recoiled in horror <br />at the blood upon the Floor. <br /> <br /> <br />The police came with the coroner <br />To the Parrish rectory door <br />And saw Jose the Janitor <br />Try CPR once more. <br /> <br />Chatham is a quiet town <br />A place when families thrive <br />And father was the Sheppard <br />to guide them through their lives. <br /> <br /> <br />It didn’t take police much time <br />to find who did the deed <br />as Jose’s cell phone records <br />had placed him at the scene. <br /> <br />The murder knife recovered <br />The crime confessed at last <br />The priest had caught him in a lie <br />about crimes in his past. <br /> <br />The people came together <br />And filled St. Patrick’s seats <br />To send the Father to his rest <br />And give their hearts some peace. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A narrative poem about the murder of Father Ed Hinds, Pastor of St. Patrick's church in Chatham on Thursday 10/21/2009<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-murder-in-chatham/
