A Policeman Disperses the Crowd

Yes, there is nothing to see here.
The show’s over.
We’re staring at the empty scene.
It’s a street like any other.

A mob has a perverse intelligence,
But they are nonetheless suspects.
Most of them have been cuffed,
Most sleep in a cell.

Did you catch the face of the victim?
The perpetrator, we all knew him.
His father knew my father,
He delivered our children, took confession.

It’s just another crime scene.
The smell of sulfur in the air.
The chalk outline, it’s a familiar pose.
It could be my mother nursing me.