He would rip your throat out

by whitehorse

my street has always been
the darkest on this block
and not in the sense
that there have been a few deaths

but its a matter of sheer illumination

when we were kids i would walk a friend
halfway down my street
past the big pine trees
because thats where someone would hide
if they wanted to kill him.

and after we passed that we would sprint

him to his house
me to mine
our footsteps falling noisily
on the cracked pavement

yesterday, the diggers arrived
with industrial machines
all painted chalk yellow

and they started making holes
one by us
on by the thomas'
on by where the swanson's
used to live

and my street has always been
the darkest on the block
but now i can sense
that thats changing