police tape

By JupiterMoon

Fri, 22 Jan 2016
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police tape
 
the park,
private cornered
with the flicker tape
of Monday morning murder.
 
felled by cold hands,
I see no police stood as rocks.
only the quiver tape
tangling in the January wind.
 
the dead;
face down in mud
and yellowed ice grass​,
noiseless 
in the small quiet light.
 
this tree,
removed after a broad life
of 85 years, removed
for no reason,
other than
watching over the tennis court.
 
butchered,
by the wealth of Chorlton,
for shedding golden leaves,
for dropping seeds;
for hoping to sustain
a family.
 
as greedy,
we gorge on oxygen,
panting and sweating
our way through a kill.
taking away 
those who gift it to us.  
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