THEN THE YELLOW TAPE
that says DO NOT CROSS
gets put up, and there’s nothing left to do but go home.
That tape lets people know
that this is a murder scene, as if we ain’t already know that.
The crowd backs its way into
buildings and down blocks until nothing is left but the tape.
Shawn was zipped into a bag
and rolled away, his blood added to the pavement galaxy of
bubblegum stars. The tape
framed it like it was art. And the next day, kids would play mummy with it.