Saturday, May 26, 2007

MaryAnn


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MaryAnn Healy Wentz
Born Jan. 21, 1961
Died May 23, 1986

Today Paul took out his sister's photograph,
He wanted to try out the new scanner.
MaryAnn was murdered.
Murdered by her husband, Steven Wentz.

Small caliper weapons must be used at close range to kill with a single shot.
He shot her in the back of her head.
The occipital is a thick bone.
When a bullet enters through it,
It breaks up in pieces.
The pieces as they ricochet,
kill the victim.

Maryann had a small wound in the back of her head.
Her zygomatic had been expanded outwards,
A lacrimal by the side of her nose was gone.
There were no other marks.

The mortician used wax and makeup
to fill and mask the wounds.
Her mother exclaimed,
"She never looked like that!"


You see, we know absolute truth.
A dark, starkly poignant
Reality.
There is no relativity to it.

It is not opinion.

Steven Wentz shot her with a 9mm Berreta.

Then Steven Wentz sat on their bed,
and shot himself in the heart.
It took time to die.
His insane ideas of possession,
ego,
and the extension of his manhood in his hand,
brought him to that place,
on the bed that night.

And none of this is opinion.
It is truth.

So before MaryAnn died, on May 1, 1986
Paul and I were sittng at the kitchen table,
MaryAnn had come and told us she was leaving Steven.
She picked up some of her things she had left with us the last time she had left him.
I looked at Paul on that pagan holiday,
and told him I saw MaryAnn die,
die by another's hand.

I wrote it down,
"Suicide by another's hand"
"Sadomasochism."

The note is stashed behind the photograph.
Before she left with her things to start a new life without him,
She said to me,
"Don't worry everything is going to be alright."


It wasn't.


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