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The Concrete Poet
Poems
Apr 2019
Crime scene tape conversations
Yellow crime scene tape waves and ***** in the wind.
Lifeless bodies now one with the ground.
Bystanders walk by like they see nothing.
They walk by with smiles like this is somehow normalcy.
The flashing red and blue lights, the dead bodies lieing there.
Even a few of the officers seem unphased by the sight and stench of death.
They step under and over the crime scene tape like it's just a job, which it is.
But those dead bodiesβ lieing there did not wake up that morning thinking they would be some one's job to clean up.
This isn't normalcy, nor should it be.
Yellow crime scene tape is used far too often.
Bystanders gathered around it talking like they are at the beach.
Respect that life when it's alive.
Respect that soul when it's dead.
Gathering around yellow crime scene tape like it's a water fountain is not normalcy.
One day those bystanders may be gathered around you by the flashing red and blue lights.
Remember, we are all someone.
Treat them like they are.
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