Blood Stained On Market Street
There must have been several of these incidents
Occurring in towns and cities all over the country
From month to month and from year to year
But to experience one at such a close range
Was enough to cause me great pain.
I left the street corner early this morning
And went back to the property
And just as I opened the gate
The Hispanic woman held her phone
And point it directly at the gate
I walked towards her to see what she was doing
And she and the old woman’s began to irritate me
The old woman eyes start bulging out of her head
And it looked as if someone was dead
Something in her face was moving about
And I try to capture a photo to analyze it
But the Hispanic woman kept masking her face
I suddenly had this troubled and feelings
And my sprit starts reeling
I washed the front of the gate with bleach
And sweep the gutter to get rid of the bad energy
Around but it just would not go away
I fed the puppies from the leftover food
that someone brought to the home
The dogs gulped it up quickly
And lie down quietly chewing on the bones
They too were acting strange the entire night
They were running up and down the roof and barking
I washed my body from a little basin pan
Because no there was no water in the pipe
And suddenly a strange sensation came over me
And a negative energy starts engulfing
The space around me, and it did not go away
It still resides around me and kept draining my energy
I fetched water from the bucket and
Wash a few pieces of clothes
and hang them on the line
Then suddenly my spirit starts to cry
I asked the cook in the school for a ten dollar coin
Then grabbed my laptop and bag
And walked through the miserable gate
To get rid of this negative energy around me
I walked briskly up the street
and as I enter the phone shop
The man selling phone starts running and shouting
“Somebody gets shot”.
Everyone seems to know him
And for a short time
fear began to spread around the town
I left the phone shop to see what everything was about
And there he was a young man in his twenties lying dead
In a pool of blood with bullet holes in the back of his head
He lie stretched out on the ground
In his white shoes, plaid shorts and pink shirt
And a fine wrist watch that made him looked like a boss
His eyes were closed but bulged heavily above his skin
It was the exact bulge the old woman had
Why they shot him down I just cannot tell
Some say that he was an informer
And he was running errands in town
Many people say different things
When they don’t know anything
Blood flowing in the gutter
and before you could tell the crowd had gather around
and everyone was looking on with a frown
They weren’t looking sorry
they were just a little worried.
A stillness overshadows the town
And the grey cloud starts moving slowly around
Everything in the town virtually came to a standstill
Because a young man was gunned down in the street
And the spirit spoke silently.
The news quickly circulates everywhere
And the police came and blocked off the street
The crowd began to grow and it began to look like a show
A young man who should have add some value to the society
Is lying on the side of Market Street dead
Blood streaming down in the gutter
And everything looked like a blood bath shower
Everyone was too numb to speak because nothing like this has happened recently in the Linstead town.
The shops closed up doors quickly
And crowd partitioned in the square
as the police drew near
Then suddenly a man dressed in a white jumpsuit
came on the scene with a camera hanging around his neck
to make the final assessment
And the young man’s mother adorned in red
crying out loud, “my son is dead”
He lies on the ground in cold blood in Linstead Town
Everyone stood still as reality began to sink in
An then the funeral home van came and
Wrapped up the bodies in white sheet
The tucked it in the van
and it drives away slowly
Blood stained has erupt the passion
on market street.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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