I walked to the exact spot
where my dead friend died,
It`s just the same ...
litter, empty wine bottles
walls splashed with murals and piss
a fight a tree a pigeon a family
a road a bus a stop-sign a car a go-sign so
I went home
I am home,
looking through my window
a man from over there was kneecapped this afternoon
dont know why yet
Oh who`s that?
Peter the electrician from next door,
there`s the kid Dylan on his bicycle,
divorced Anne from down there..
They say the guns are back in town
I say
nothing
a box in a hearse
a shotgun funeral
a mural on a bitter wall
I don`t think you`re missing much my friend
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