R.I.P. tatoo  Just below the right knee
one more down in the concrete jungle.

chalk line washed fading in the night wind.
Yellow tape flutters in the breeze.like break away kites
caught up  in the trees.

Rat a tat tat. brings rat a tat tat.
Young mother wailing on buckled knees.

Firing line drawn in blues and reds
claiming turf with a bandanna head.

Rat a tat tat brings rat a  tat tat.
Head stones  lined up. waiting for the dead

R.I P. in faded ink. Live by the sword
hey what did you think.
Rat a tat tat bring rat a pay back.

Cactus flower sprouts around thorns
Beauty nestled in blood red sun.
Live by the gun and die by the gun

Rat a tat tat. Brings rat a tat tat.
right down to the ground. the ground. The dust.