City Is Stunned at Teenager’s Arrest in Parents’ Deaths
Stood behind his mother,
(Fair hair, fragile neck, sun-tanned shoulders) For five long minutes
Before wielding the hammer
Her last word: “Why?”
Stared into his father’s eyes
Unblinking, predatory, before attack
What flight of horror;
What deep red fog;
What dreadful recognition
Composed their final moments?
The son held a party
Kids smoked blunts, drank cheap liquor,
Danced and lived
While in the master bedroom
Corpses of his parents grew stiff
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