it is down that road
a deed was done
a necklace wove
a  young man

on that bridge
young lover's
met and kissed

a call
to him at point
of gun
from his love
her fifteen

and since seven
years old
this chain around
her neck

was wove
in his head
the three
casings

that culled
his young lust
and hers
now hung about

her neck,
given by her dad,
in jealous rage
on a forgotten
bridge.

A young man
of sixteen,
was killed.