A Story in Five Parts, III.

Life.
It happens.
Gang violence, drug abuse,
kids will be kids.

Back in 'Nam shooting
an unarmed man
would mean receiving lashes,
and shame.

The coward, running, not
even stopping to honor the blood,
spilled.

Cell phones, dumb inventions.
The boy's already gone.
Mother with child; kids
learn young. Little girl
running as fast as though
she saw a ghost.

Blood. Running
like a stream. the kid's
remorse frozen on his face.

poor kid.
What a waste.
Wait for the police.
So I did.