Witness and the next day

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

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