The Killing


I watched a killing today!
In the main street outside the fruiterer’s van.
The day was golden.

Cars stopped to admire him
as he crossed the road, making for where?
His body threw back the sun.

We paused and watched
him avoid traffic from both lanes,
his diamond head held alert.

Why did that woman scream?
He was harming no one, least of all her.
Carefully crossing that road.

How quickly life went,
(Though he fought valiantly this sudden foe.)
His beautiful body pulped.

I watched a killing today!
Outside the fruiterer’s van in the main street.
The day was no longer golden.
 
By Frances McKay

 


Copyright © – Frances Mackay 1997