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Nocturnes: Epitaph For A Local Bully
"Who---what---when---where---how---why---"
was his often repeated battlecry,
when giving each of us a thrashing;
or, by night, out windowpane smashing.
The shriek of those words, as he traced his warpath,
inevitably brought him to us, his wrath
inflicted. Teachers said, "he needs friends."
well, on your perspective I guess that depends.
"Who---what---" I wonder if those words were cried
on that pleasant summer night when he died---
murdered (not us; innocent; our hands clean);
his killer unknown, unnamed, unseen.
We feared him no more, in daylight or dark,
but those words remained, even now remind,
of the anonymous vengeance that may yet find
each and every predatory mark.
