61. AN EVERDAY THIS, AN EVERYDAY THAT

AN EVERYDAY THIS, AN EVERYDAY THAT
And so for you, Hugo, I ask - have you
taken for granted the places where you are?
The cemetery grove where the two green parrots sing?
The broken down old pool, once used by the
municipal poor? The medical museum at the edge
of the parkland walkway? It is all ringed by railroads now,
a strange thought in that nowadays even old railways
are wickedly passe. Today they build surface lines -
trolley-like things on tracks, considered more 'user-friendly'.
A man was recently killed on one right nearby.
Stabbed 8 times in the head and the neck by
a crazed person wielding a huge knife.
Everyone screamed, and some tried to help.
But it was all over so quickly, and that crazy
guy still held the knife. What could anyone do?
Later, I'm told, the cops came and shut down
the line - sent a man in to mop up the blood
and clean up the place, so others could ride -
I guess. I imagine public workers today
figure stuff like that to just be part
of their job. An everyday this, an everyday that.
(Cleaning up the mess of an everyday slob).