It was yellow police tape
Wrapped around a power box
Under the underpass
As if hiding some violence
By traveling away from where it once was
Protecting some deserted alley or vacant lot
Where the real violence took place
That the wind carried it
In haphazard eddies
To this strange place where all is grey or black or beige
Is a shock all its own
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