Another day of bloodshed on Murder Mile.
First on the scene to shoot was the Skull himself.
Carter died of lead poisoning right away. Thoroughgood—wounded on the ground—twitched and twirled as at a necktie social. Webb too refused to hang up his fiddle walking five bullets in him down the street, equalizer outstretched after the gunman.
The story goes that the Gringos slangandered Eight-Day President Sampson at a shop so he performed his duty. Some said he was a hero. Some said he skedaddled. He let out a three-by-nine smile. He murdered our people. He got sound.
OVERHEAD GLIDES THE
FALCON. IN LUNAR PASTURES
RESTS THE WHEELBARROW.
MARILENA ZACKHEOS is a scholar, poet, and music maker from Nicosia, Cyprus. She has published on postcolonial literary and cultural studies, psychoanalysis and trauma, gender and sexuality. She is the author of the poetry collection “Carmine Lullabies” (A Bookworm Publication, 2016). Her forthcoming poetic sequence is titled “Arizona.”