Verses for murder victims: Poetry for people killed in Rosemount

  Colombe Nepveu was a 24-year-old blonde who stood 5'4" and weighed 115 lbs and worked at the Provincial Bank at the busy corner of Dollier and Jean Talon East in St. Leonard.
  On Saturday 3 June 1972 she left the bank  between 11 and 11:30 a.m to return home to her apartment at 7019 Sagamo Terrace  apt 3, an apartment she had only inhabited for about a month.
   Her home was only a 600-metre, 8-minute walk.
  She was later found raped and strangled in her home and dumped in a filled bathtub.*
   Police hoped to get a tip but none emerged.
   Her murder went unsolved and her case was forgotten in the midst of a tumultuous year which featured the Canada-Russia hockey series and the Bluebird Cafe tragedy.
 *A filled bathtub was a component of at least one other woman's murder  14 years later).

Colombe Nepeux, newspapers neglected you and that's bad

and seeing your photo should make everybody sad
we want to catch your killer, so from heaven send us a clue
we'll sniff him out and get vengeance for you



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Go go dancer and longtime grifter Camille Bastille, 32, originally from Riviere-du-Loup, had a long record for fraud and other such misdeeds. She had been living for eight years with bricklayer Jean-Paul Duchesne, 46, at 4852 2nd Ave. in Rosemont.
   On 16 April 1971 Duchesne brought Bastille to the Monaco Hotel in Chambly and took his prescribed medication. "When I woke up in the hotel room the next day the trunk there with Gisele's body in it. Maybe I put her in it. I don't remember," he later mumbled.
   He hauled the trunk in his car and asked a random guy if he could store it for him. The guy said that it smelled like perfume and Duchesne said that he had spilled a bottle on it. Tenants at 5826 2nd Ave. cottoned onto the smell and complained to cops and Duchesne confessed.  "I was depressed and killed my wife," he said three weeks later when apprehended.


You came to Montreal from Riviere du Loup 
and moved in with a man though you didn't know what he'd do,
you were a hustler, a trickster and known to the cops
cops knew you in a different way when they found you in that box 


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Wildrine Julien and about six others were blamelessly walking after attending a Saturday night baptism at 4:00 on 18 December 1995. She had just turned 15 and was six months pregnant and had appeared in the paper not long before after running away from home. She stood 5'4" and weighed just 100 pounds when she took her last breath while passing 8530 25th Ave.
   A car with three people drove by with one shooting 5 to 10 shots in their direction, killing Julien and Henri-Daniel Paul. She did not have any connection to Paul other than attending the same baptism.
   Police arrested Ziad Arradi, 22, on 8 February 1997 after a fellow inmate produced a recording of Arradi boasting about committing the crime.
  "I put the Uzi on automatic and just opened it and it just emptied man!" he told Jean-Claude Herby, who was wired with a hidden microphone.
  Arradi was charged with murder and claimed that his confession was not real. His attempts to appeal his life sentence went nowhere.
   Arradi later admitted the crime in a book about his misdeeds in 2010 called "Street Gang Soldier" In an interview discussing the book Arradi claimed that "many young gangsters consider me a hero." Arradi came to Canada from Morocco at the age of two with his affluent family and grew up in the Plateau. He claimed he shot at the crowd to get revenge for a gangster he calls Dread, who was in a wheelchair after being shot by the Crack Down Posse. "It was my chance to make my name." From his Facebook page it appears that has has been out of prison since at least 2018

Wildrine sweet angel, you were going to be a teen mom
until your life was ended by some hotheaded bum
you should, we all know, always be remembered
and your killer in some countries might have been tortured and dismembered

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Louis Campeau was drinking at a homecoming dance held at Rosemount CEGEP on 3 September 1983 when his companion Gilles Simard, 20, erupted in rage at another table of young men. Simard thought the occupants of that table were giving him a dirty look.  That other table, however, was not filled with wimps and were ready to right back. Volunteer student security guards ushered them all out of the dance and the combatants, none of whom attended the CEGEP, took up their battle outside in the parking lot, some wielding brass knuckles and others holding knives, including the initiator Simard, who was being beaten badly by Daniel Ouellet. Alas in the bustle of things Ouellet stabbed Louis Campeau in the abdomen, even though he was not participating in the battle. Ouellet was charged in the affair but print media lost track of the event, so it remains unknown what fate became the accused.

As the school dance DJ  spun What a Feeling and Cruel Summer
your evening, Robert Campeau, was fated to be the ultimate bummer,
Bravado erupted and out came the knife
Unfortunately it came your way and ended your life