It’s been a strange week in our neighborhood. Fall is getting into full swing, and the trees are glorious. At the same time, there have been a spate of break-ins, the most recent of which turned deadly for one of those doing the breaking-in. I end up feeling sad and angry more than scared. I hate the waste – of life, of hope – and the toll that events like this take on an entire community. I feel for the homeowners, too – so tired of wondering if they are safe within their own four walls. Thank God for the leaves amid the sadness. And for all who care. (To share with friends at the dVerse Poets Pub).
They wrapped our street in yellow tape today
and turned the sky the colors of the flag
a stain of red, depression blue, and white
for a surrender that went unheeded.
Tracker dogs are nosing down the alley
while a shit-scared juvenile lies bleeding
in an ambulance, blinking back his friends,
the ones that escaped, the one that didn’t.
And no one will say for sure what went down
how many broke in, or how he found them.
I imagine the cries, the deadly force,
the chaos and bile spattered on a floor.
Some might say the young man had it coming
but I think something just died in us all.