Poem-A-Day: Day 429

Hallowed Ground

Intent on killing. 
Streets closed, a kid,
bullets intent on being.
Darkness wrapped in a child,
the arms of who will be,
the next dawn, the edge of town,
conversation hoping better.
Children got the world
knowing what's an uncertain future.
The corner lives, swears,
the dogs, gin, a garbage can.
Kids hang by the river throwing stones. 
There, the next victim,
the dawn on the edge
of town conversation,
hoping things get better
while the world around the corner
in the cold and darkness,
in blankets, in arms,
will be there,
will be the last victim
of the criminal dawn.
Friends sharing conversation meet
around the corner for an uncertain future.