Why Now
The alley is like ink
Dark and fluid
I keep close to the walls
As I can see nothing
Everything is dank and dark
Except the moaning
I hear in the darkness
Someone is hurt
I heard a gunshot
A clear pop in the night
I am not a Good Samaritan
But help is needed
And I am the first responder
I soon stumble over a woman
Lying in a puddle of water
Bleeding from the chest
A sucking chest wound
The worst kind
I kneel down beside here
She tries to speak
But I cannot understand
What sounds like Portuguese
Please is all I can make out
I tear her clothing
And try to stop the bleeding
She’s not going to make it
Too much blood
And not enough time
I try and perform last rights
And I see desperation in her eyes
Why now they scream
Why here they cry
I hold her hand
And close my ears
For the sound of death is deafening.
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