Through the latticed blackness I was suspicious
And she was apologetic.
Together we went to take a look, and there it was;
The handy work of mindless morons, strewn
Across the pavement and into the road.
No one, seeing what had happened, called to raise the alarm.
For hours they stepped over it, walked around it,
Or drove past. And this a village community.
There's no "knife crime" here - not yet.
Mercifully, just bricks, fragments of disordered minds.
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© Cormac McCloskey
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