Paper Trail

I tear up these many pieces of recycled printer paper,
dropping a bit every few feet as I make my way
down the stairs and into this back basement
that has never held bodies in it.
When I arrive at the leaky water tank,
I empty a filthy plastic container of run-off into the washer
and head back upstairs. Retracing my steps.
Following the paper trail. Like any good
forensic accountant.