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STENCH OF DEATH

Poetry By: Luvving
Mystery and crime



A gunman hides in the bush, waiting to annihilate one he has been hunting for a while in the ghetto.


Submitted:May 13, 2012    Reads: 28    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Stench of death

Eerie silence, on a darkened street; cold with a presence of deathly fear.

Something isn't right here!

A flash of a someone, silhouette creeping stealthily as the predator disappears into nearby bushes.

Hands at his side, a glint of something catches the eye; there's danger in the air tonight!

Pounding music as car pulls up near the bushes where dark shadow hides menacingly,

Youth alights from car, runs up a flight of stairs; shadow now shifts position his prey is here.

Youth emerges from house bag in hand, dark shadow steps out bang, bang, bang!

Car hurriedly screeches away as occupants desert their friend; to die at the hands of gun toting larrikin!

Dark shadow now can be seen, breaks into a sprint, gun shining in hand,

Out of sight in a few seconds. Gone!

Sirens in the distance getting near, armed police are everywhere; over the now dead youth they lean, cover his body, as crowds gather at the scene!

Ambulance arrives to remove the dead, police ask questions, but only silence is heard.

In the bag collected by the youth was a gun". Was he aware he'd be the target of a lone someone?

Me, what about me?

Silence is golden, never saw a thing!

Like the rest of the community, in this place I live in.

Who called the police?

Don't ask me?

I fear for my life and my family!

Written by Luvving;





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