The front page news hit home!
Thirteen dead in a gambling pen...
A dead bell hounds those
rain soaked back streets
bullits smash soot blind windows
and the smell of blood makes you sick...
White light of the camera eye
spinning red globes
An attendant shacks his head"How do you rationalize this mess"
"Just bag up the rest"
A child whimpers.
"Hush, Little flower,
it is just death's long shadow
way down in Chinatown."