Stryking out

Rush down alleys, stone

walls fly past, impact

bullet punched deep into fatty liver

narrow young man drops

gun, dogma, life itself

to steal is repurposing, liberating

sometimes defensible

to kill is squandering

everything he had

trickles down filthy gutters

wasted.  We never slowed down.

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