The blade was dull steel colored

Sharp steel, fluid

One clean stroke

Royal blue and silver

crumpled in the street

On this mid-afternoon

where grey skies

grey pavement

Unseeing, black eyes stare

where they meet

Oily black curls descend

into the pool

mat upon the ground

like road kill

His glassy orbs reflect

dreams of a warm place

where assailants gather, contrite