The History of Where Someone Has Been Killed

There was a dumpster in an alley

Looked like a black bear in the road

There is a stain of blood, a Sixers cap

And the stench of piss and beer

There was an outskirt's glow of lamplight

From a half a block away

And there was the ghost of greed, 

The ghost of fury and the ghost of fear



There was a charred spot in the gutter 

That would slick up in the rain

There was a half tin can 

That been burned over the brand (name)

Tall windows paned and plywood, where houses closed forever

And the every night mosquitoes

With no intent to land



There came an old dog with a bad limp

He had a slow gait and a hunger

There was some pigeons on a wire

And they were open-eyed and still

There was an aura to the whole place

Like someone else was lurking

Such is the history of where someone has been killed…