The disturbed man chopped up the body
of the older woman for days and threw it
into garbage cans at various locations

around the city. To get rid of all the traces
is slow work. For three whole days,
he chopped the body into bits:

she was seventy-six. Then he set off,
with the chopped-up parts,
on the long Arrow-Straight Street,

where there were still no cars on the road,
no people on the sidewalks. Finally
he arrived at an intersection,

and the light, the sun emerging
from behind the roofs of the houses,
felt like redemption. For three days