“Accused murderer Charles Poe made a ’sex slave’ of his alleged accomplice and fondled the corpse of Kenyatta Ward, the victim who bit through three plastic bags before a fourth ‘did her in,’ a prosecutor said yesterday… Amanda Dembowski, from Ewing, who was locked in the house Aug. 7 2004 to clean up the mess once Ward’s corpse was allegedly put in the basement… And minutes after the death, Weissman told the court, Ward’s body had just fallen to Poe’s bed, when the suspect smacked the bottom of the corpse and ‘fondled’ her between her thighs… ‘He fondled her as Kenyatta Ward laid motionless,’ Weissman said, noting he ‘fondled both thighs. He smacked her on the bottom two times, laughing as if it was funny.’ The day Ward died, the three partied, drank and smoked pot together inside Poe’s home… With Ward ’shaking,’ the defendant allegedly ordered Dembowski to handcuff her friend. Then he allegedly grabbed a gun from the dresser and danced around with the weapon pointed at her head… Poe noticed a plastic bag, then ordered Dembowski to put it over her head, he said. But Ward bit through it. ‘That angers the defendant even more,’ Weissman said. Two more bags replace the first and Poe allegedly started to twist to bag around her neck the second time, the prosecutor said. Each time the victim is able to bite through. ‘The fourth bag did it,’ said Weissman, noting Ward’s official cause of death was asyphyxiation. They wrapped the body up in the bed sheets, but the dead body was too heavy for Dembowski to lift, the prosecutor said. So Poe ‘tossed’ the body down the steps to the basement, where the corpse remained as the defendant locked Dembowski in his house so he could clear his head, police said. He told Dembowski to clean up the apartment because Beal was coming back with children. Dembowski, though, had time to play video games while he was out, police said. Poe returned with a bucket of fried chicken, Weissman said.” — Trentonian.com (US)

If you’ve ever wondered what it must be like to commit a heinous crime — say, a necrophiliac murder — you would do well to focus, in your imagination, on the most mundane details. Instead of thinking about blood, guts, and ear-piercing shrieks, think about food, a baseball game playing on a radio, your cell phone ringing and you see your mother on your caller ID. You catch that detail there about the guy bringing home a bucket of fried chicken? The whole experience of murder is right there — the guy has just made a concerted effort to suffocate somebody and there he is standing in line at KFC worrying about his tummy grumbling. I’m hungry. Me first. Fuck that dumb bitch. She’s dead. I gotta eat. Should I get mashed or fries?

The guy also disposed of some evidence at a Wendy’s. It makes you wonder if there’s a gastronomical aspect to murder. There’s the famous essay by Thomas De Quincey called “On Murder Considered as One of the Fine Arts.” Maybe you could also write a piece on murder and fine dining.

As for the necrophiliac moment of the crime, it sounds incidental. Having murdered this lady, he slapped her ass and laughed. It sounds as though the guy were being, ahem, cheeky. He didn’t seem much interested in getting off on the body. In fact, it might have been a relief if he had been interested, because at least that would provide a motive to the crime. As constructed, the murder lacks any obvious rhyme or reason. The guy was hanging around with some gal pals and decided to suffocate one of them. Why? For what? Nobody’s saying. Maybe nobody knows. And that leaves you longing for some explanation, some motive, some way of restoring order to the universe. Cause and effect, action and reaction — it’s all out of whack, and you find yourself in a truly desperate position if lack of motive leaves you wishing to discover necrophiliac impulses in somebody’s fucked-up brain.

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