Just after dusk, a moment before night?
Over Webster Square, right now,
not just a murder, but a swirling emergency of crows.
Must be hundreds of them blowing around up there.
At work, the room seems filled with drug addicts - loud, desperate, demanding instant relief.
A kid is lying ventilated upstairs, shot by police on the holiday weekend.
It's a bad idea to show them a knife, no matter how crazy you feel,
even if it Christmas.
A river of children come through the doors all day long marking the official end of the Christmas Truce.
This wind is very cold tonight. Truly fierce suddenly.
Find cover.
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