Ravens’ Cry: Gunfire
Lost,
unknown ‘hood
–just one turn would
turn one down a one-way street.
Unfamiliar lines on helpless bus-stop signs, broken glass and AIDed spikes
strike the eye.
Then suddenly, crack, the comic-book cry,
pop-pop-pop, pop-pop
Throw up the black hood, as legs remember how to run.
A cold surprise to split open the eyes, only a moment for me.
For another, as often as sunrise, as eternal as the sun seems.
Another man sleeps without dreams–
or maybe the bullets missed.
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