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La Dispute
King Park

Another shooting on the southeast side.
This a drive-by, mid-day,
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin. Or near there.
Not far from the park. About a block from where the other shooting was last
Or was it last week?

Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound, Eastown,
The target a rival but they didn't hit the target this time.
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it.

And I travel backwards through time and space and I disintegrate, become
I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened.
I want to see it all first hand this time.
I want to know what it felt like.

So I float behind police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of
I want to know what his mother looked like up close, I want to see her
leaning over his body.
So I float there, transcend time. I want to capture it accurately.
I want to know what the color of the blood was spilling out from the tarp
onto the concrete.
I want to write it all down so I can always remember.
If you could see it up close how could you ever forget how senseless death,
how precious life.
I want to be there when the bullet hit.

And the crowd poured out as the shots drowned into siren sounds, out of
there houses now
And over front yards, all the way up to the place where the police tape ran
to mark the crime
Scene. Everybody trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening,
Of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars.
Everybody gossiping, 'Whose kid got hit? Where'd it hit him? And who
could've fired it?'
Everybody wondering, 'How did it happen again? And is he dead? These
children. Our kids.'
Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived.

And I visit them, their houses. Inside my dream I visit them.
My spirit, soaring high and high up over King Park, leaves the crime scene,
travels further back
Till far before the shooting, through their windows, to their living rooms.
I see them younger this time, playing games and doing homework.
All these marks of youth soon transformed coldly into stone for fights and
stupid feuds.
For ruins wrapped in gold. And cruelly I recall why I have come: To find a
reason. But
There cannot be a reason, not for death, not like this. Not like this.

Three days later they made funeral plans. The family.
Three days later a mother had to bury her son.

Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel near to the highway with a
friend and the gun.
That same gun. He'd fled immediately but was identified by witnesses, his
picture on TV.
Only 20 years old, they called him 'Grandpa.' He was older than the others
by a year,
Maybe two.

And he was safe for awhile until somebody saw him there and notified the
Who surrounded the hotel, first arresting an accomplice while attempting to
Then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed. He closed
the door hard
Behind him, locked himself in the room.

They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
One he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do.
I floated up through the window of a room to the West.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half-collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
said, 'There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your
peace in the world.'
I thought to slip through the door, I could've entered the room,
I felt the burden of murder, it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing. Then we heard him speak,
'Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven cuz I killed that kid?
It was an accident I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out, can I still get in or will they
send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?'
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends.
La Dispute
King Park

Otro tiroteo en el lado sureste.
Este es un drive-by, a medio día,
Fuera de la parada de autobús, por Fuller y Franklin. O cerca de allí.
No muy lejos del parque. A una cuadra de donde el tiroteo otro fue el último
¿O fue la semana pasada?

Hubo disparos desde una camioneta rumbo hacia el norte, Eastown,
El objetivo a. Rival pero no dio en el blanco esta vez
Llegaron a un niño que pensamos tenía nada que ver con ella.

Y viajar hacia atrás en el tiempo y en el espacio y se desintegran I, se convierten en
Quiero ver lo que no pude cuando sucedió.
Quiero ver de primera mano todo este tiempo.
Quiero saber lo que se sentía.

Así que flotan detrás de las líneas policiales, reconstruir la escena en fragmentos de
Quiero saber lo que su madre parecía de cerca, quiero verla
inclinado sobre su cuerpo.
Así que flotan allí, trascender el tiempo. Quiero capturar con precisión.
Quiero saber cuál es el color de la sangre se derrama hacia fuera de la lona
en el concreto.
Quiero escribirlo todo, así que siempre puede recordar.
Si pudieras ver de cerca cómo pudiste olvidar cómo la muerte sin sentido,
lo precioso que la vida.
Quiero ser t

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