It was reflections running past the light under street corners

That left one not moving in the night for the cops and coroners

As they arrived under dark skies like a procession of mourners

Outlining the lifeless body and tracing footsteps past lobby corridors

Asking for witnesses to speak up while pushing the crowd back with orders

Shortly after that the television stations came with their video recorders

But people went home already numb from the usual neighborhood disorder.

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