I saw a Street Kid shot thru the head
I never saw the collapse for the taxicab that had
Dropped me off got in the way.
Moments before the taxi driver had offered me
His wife & daughters.
He said that I could do anything
I wanted with them so long as he could use his new
It was an ephemeral moment,
The sound of the gun echoing thru the
Of New York City & the City swallowed the
As it swallows its children.
Sirens, screams, shouts. I refused
My hotel room.
What a show New York puts
On for its tourists & free as well.
I bathed in
The electric flashing lights & drowned in the
In a huge black bag, they
Scooped the trash up like I do at home. In the
Morning, I went to where the Street Kid was
Shot & there was a dry clot on the tarmac & concrete.
There was no white line depicting a murdered
Like in the movies.
I was disappointed for I had bought a cheap