A gathering of suspects might be
a way to solve a crime—
a heist, say, of a truckload of guns—
but a collecting of miscreants
might also be a scheme

orchestrated by the devil himself—
a fiend who, long ago,
murdered his wife and children
to deprive his foes of a means
to threaten.

“Who is Keyser Söze?”
The question’s asked again and again
and we think we have no answer,
but we might have guessed
he’s the one suspect left alive,

the one telling the story
we have been watching
with rapt attention
while missing the clues
that show

how little of what we know
is true.

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