Outside the Campbell’s factory there lies
A little boy, who’s barely six years old. Years old.
Three bullets in new body cavities.
He’s bleeding out, without someone to hold. To hold. Oh,
Mother whispers to the policeman,
Find his killer like the police can
But of course the murderer’s big plan
Involves police bribery too
A midnight vigil interrupted by
A hail of shots caressing mother’s blouse. Her blouse!
She runs away and curries shelter in
The dank remains of old Walt Whitman’s house. His house has
Claw marks on the side of the drainpipe
Left there by some sort of deranged type
Leaking from the crystalline bowels of
Spirits lost to ignorant ones
There is no doubt Christ has abandoned us,
Because the Delaware has turned to red. The reds are here.
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