A jet plane passes
A fight begins.
The air speeds past
The cold fist as blood flies
The hard crack of flesh
To bone. The slap of
Wet death upon your
Knuckles. Leaving
Red paint on your
Consciousness. Time
Stops as the body falls
Kissing the asphalt.
No light shines as
You jump the park
Fence in an attempt
To beat the call of
9-1-1. To beat
The sirens from
Catching you in
The red and blue light.
Capturing you in their
Cage. Just don't get
Blood on the curtains
As you hide from
Press and papparazzi.
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