Posted by willowweeper on November 21, 2001 at 19:47:00:
He was sitting there on the couch
watching the tube
my chick safe in the nest
Wily Coyote after the Roadrunner
again
I could hear him from the kitchen
laughing
Outside there was a rumble on the street
coming closer fast
drunken shouts
gunshots popping
I ran
dropping a half-washed plate
He was on the floor
His blood was a red as a crimson crayon
The paramedics came
gentle tardy angels
The cops came
useless power rangers
They said he probably
never felt a thing
Reports were made for the record
His small body was not heavy
to carry out