13,294. STILETTO, IN THE GHETTO

STILETTO, IN THE GHETTO

Make mine the preponderant crime

here, where the knives are plenty and

the bullets flying. The small shed with

that guy who sold falafels, is burned

now, to the ground. The goons in the

street were angry about something. The

general word is : read nothing of the

press, and listen only to our kind.

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A radio monitor around the guy's 

neck went down with him on the

bicycle. They both hit the ground

around the same time. Blood egged

out like slime on a parapet. Slippery?

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Three-card Monte was once the

Christmas game along Broadway.

All those usually poor people with

a few extra  -  thirty-five  -  bucks, 

out walking the streets for distraction.

Now even they are lost to this new

moment; someone in every doorway 

with a crime due to happen. On the

corner, the little black choir kids sing:

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'Angels we have heard on high;

sweetly singing in the sky...'