Some Good Things to Be Said for the City
The click of a switchblade
scraped against a slippery brick wall.
Slow, cautious footsteps
Gasp!
Thump!
“Oh no…”
wailing sirens coming closer
closer
panicked shouts, scattered footsteps.
The wet smack of skin hitting the slimy street.
A bloody mouth
dirt encrusted fingernails,
fearful, tear-filled eyes meet
multiple hate filled ones.
Vibrant blue and red lights bounce off of surfaces
in the dark alley, and
puddles of blood.
One bruised body
left behind…
scraped against a slippery brick wall.
Slow, cautious footsteps
Gasp!
Thump!
“Oh no…”
wailing sirens coming closer
closer
panicked shouts, scattered footsteps.
The wet smack of skin hitting the slimy street.
A bloody mouth
dirt encrusted fingernails,
fearful, tear-filled eyes meet
multiple hate filled ones.
Vibrant blue and red lights bounce off of surfaces
in the dark alley, and
puddles of blood.
One bruised body
left behind…
♠ ♠ ♠
An advertisement for Montana Meth inspired the theme of this poem. Montana Meth is an organization that helps stop meth abuse in Montana, a state with one of the biggest meth problems in America. In the video, a group of seemingly rabid teenage boys chase another down an alley and corner him against a chain-link fence. Once facing the dead end, the trapped boy turns to face a terrible beating. Then the video cuts to him doing meth right before a cement block smashes his face in. Cars honk loudly and other sounds of a busy city penetrate the dark scene. The video caused me to think not only about meth abuse, but also crime in cities versus how small towns outwardly do not appear crime filled. Cities may offer many job opportunities and more fun, but even crimes like mugging and kids getting jumped happen. “Some Good Things to Be Said for the City” reflects how some kids may not live a safe and sheltered life like me and many others my age.