Wilting Magnolia
by Michael Tusa
Hard pieces of cold metal resting against black bony hip.
White sneakers cry, dripping from the power lines.
Three men soldiering.
Three shots on their block.
Three soldiers hit.
The night waning.
The hour of revenge.
Candy cane t shirts swirl
around
sweet successful murder.
And the flowers fall from Magnolia,
as sirens whine on hot corners.
And bodies under greasy street lamps
lie limp on beds of broken Mardi Gras.
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Magnolia Projects in New Orleans.
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I can feel the devastation here, and the danger, and the indifferent flowers and t shirt, too. *
Effective imagery here. Nice work.