Grey dawn arrives, a half light to shed
Softer yet less illuminating
No more glare, radios silent now
Only chalk outline and debris remain
This space I remember
Where the city’s cloud of menace
Swallowed her, tears and anguish whole
Lurking amid the lines above
I felt her sorrow, the emptiness left behind
Bang! fall down, not the needle
Some other agent this time
Eighteen years of blood cells
stain the pavement
Perhaps instead
She weeps for the error