He’ll beat her up
She’ll call the police
Tearful reconciliation
He’ll beat her up
She’ll call the police
Tearful reconciliation
Maybe counseling
He’ll beat her up
She’ll call the police

Or maybe there will be stuffed toys tied to a chain-link fence
And a hearse passing slowly through the gates
Some discount-store candles lined up along the curb
Gas-station flowers
Journalists will write “makeshift shrine” and “icon”
Someone will write a song
                    (“You people just don’t understand”)
Someone will write a book
                    (“You people just don’t understand”)
And The People will buy posters and tee-shirts