Small stakes murder in a cold hearted city.
Victim of an Ambush
By David Crerand
A heart beating quietly,
An evening city walk.
A heart beating quickened,
A strange sound from the darkness.
A heart beating running,
A loud report, and flash of pain.
A heart beating falling,
The insult of the assault.
A heart beating outraged,
Strange hands rip through pockets
Seeking wadded bills and loose coins.
A heart beating desperately,
Oh my God, don’t let me die.
A heart beating sadly,
Oh my God, Sarah and the boys,
A heart beating weakly now,
A heart beating,
A heart beat…
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