Through Criminal Eyes
Large red engines
roaring past, blazing
in an array of light
flashing.
A blast of sirens
past a stop sign.
There's a one way
exit, someone screams
and I am backwards
again, thinking, and losing
my ground.
My freedom?
Dark alleys offer cover.
Where may I hide
the evidence for now?
Enough time as I gasp
for breath.
To again continue
a rapidly paced
race
through black
streets.
I seek cover
in trees, and scrubs
along my path
to a getaway.
I trapse a path
of broken glass, and
refuse- through
holes, and over
barbed fence.
Scaling high
city walls.
Surrounding this
guarded fortress
is a protected shrine
encasing my guilt,
and
enforcing my verdict.
One to which
I am surely charged.
I seek refuge
in an abandoned
warehouse.
The stench of putrid
waste is horrid
but cardboard
will suffice a bed.
A home to be
for now,
where rats are
not too loud, as
to keep me
awake tonight.
John Cochrane
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