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Screams rising from the half enclosed small courtyard
Were not those of a child playing, nor an adult argument.
They were the sounds of agony, of a woman being stabbed,
Again and again.

120 apartments surrounded the court
Overlooking the scene.
57 people witnessed the attack.
“What to do, what to do?”

Walking from the girl,
Kitty’s attacker watched.
“Is my work finished?
“No voices? How odd!”, he thought.

We’ve given the body a name.
57 witnesses did not believe they knew her, …
At least not well.
“What to do, what to do”?

He came back to the body,
He did not know her name.
Blood seeping inexorably from under her
Created a silhouette.

He stabbed her again and again
Her cries, not screams now, barely reached
57 witnesses.
Nothing to be done.

And the street girls walked, dum di dum, dum di dum.


Waiting for the train
Walter started shaking uncontrollably.
A stranger’s arms wrapped Walter’s in a bear hug,
Lowering him to’rd the ground.

Walter resisted the stranger.
Arms and legs tearing the air
Trying to escape his accursed body,
Freeing himself, Walter toppled onto the tracks

The stranger leaped off the platform,
Stilling Walter under him.
The train past over them
Missing the stranger by a breath.

And the street girls walk, dum di dum, dum di dum.