Chalk Mark
The chalk mark on the sidewalk
Said little of his life
It mapped out how he seemed to fall
Though nothing of the strife

Its blurred and fuzzy edges
Could not express the fear
When he realised the night before
His enemy was near

He called in for some backup
There was no one even close
So he had to just get on with it
No time to feel morose

He climbed up to a vantage point
Then waited for his foe
His eyes scanned every movement
Of the scene he viewed below

Then shadowy hints of movement
Began to take his eye
He knew that they were readying
To make the final try

He was moulded to the building
As a part of it, inert
He saw them pan around the scene
In an effort so to skirt

At last he caught a gun flash
And returned it, instantly
His senses over active
In an effort to get free

The gun fire then was rapid
As it came from either side
His response was deadly accurate
Maintaining all his pride

Though sadly in this battle
A tramp got in the way
One random bullet hit him
In the midst of the affray

The mob left there quite confident
They caught him in that chalk
In truth he just packed up his gun
Back to his car to walk



Comments:
 
Spiritualitygirl   Spiritualitygirl wrote
on 10/6/2009 2:26:14 AM
Amazing poem. Kept me on the edge while reading it.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 10/2/2009 11:44:41 AM
Very thoughtful and thought-provoking. You want us to feel how senseless the strife is.

MorlockKeeper   MorlockKeeper wrote
on 10/2/2009 12:21:02 AM
Love your poems, man.

MorlockKeeper   MorlockKeeper wrote
on 10/2/2009 12:20:35 AM
A grizzly, urban tale of those caught in the cross-fire. Nice work!

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