North Charleston
ashley avenue
can hold more
cops than you
might imagine in the space of one block
/
there were seven with
plumes of blue smoke by
the white looming ambulances
/
my brother! my brother!
my brother! someone was crying
near quiet murmuring faces
in doorways, hands on hips and
houseclothes,
cops jotting, glancing nervously,
smiling.
/
might the neighborhood erupt on them? they think?
but only shaking heads. someone sobbing.
