brian m. carlson brian m. carlson Writings version 2 of the GNU General Public License the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License

After Tracy K. Smith’s “I Killed You Because You Didn’t Go to School and Had No Future”.

Your footsteps clomped down the street, waking
us like the beeping of the garbage truck.

Inconsiderate prick.  When we saw you
running, we all wondered why you ran

and whether we should call the fire department.
Sociopath.  You couldn’t even find

an adult who would vouch for you.  Bitter
crystalline smoke flies out

of your mouth and follows you.  Today,
the fountains in the plaza shoot up

like an addict.  Your older brother
comes looking for you there,

only to discover that the river
has carried you off.