Poem: GORY TALE (I): DEADLY CHATTER

The men in black, cops they are
Nabbed him
An innocent bystander
Bloodshot eyes,
Of the ganja mongers,
Peek
From slits, and keyholes
The innocent squeaked, chattered,
Gesticulated
In futile protestation
The men in black pushed, dragged, hassled
The innocent
Blood shot eyes,
Peeked,
Ominously

Then he clattered
The innocent
Bright red blood, oozed
Kissing the red earth
From his head wound
The men in black, five in all
All awed, all froze

Bloodshot eyes,
Reddened
By the red sight
Emerged from
Nooks and crannies
With cudgel, and all
Deadly chatters, shrieks, and groans
Rend the air
Shattered by gunshots
By the men in black
Two in all
Fleeing to tell
The gory tale


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