My first poem since arriving in Los Angeles, CA

The sound came out of
the scream came out of
the fear came out of
the pain came out of
the man came out of
the shadows came out of
the darkness came out of
the night.

The blood is off of
the cut is off of
the knife is off of
the hand is off of
the neck is off of
the body is off of
the life is out of
the world.

The stone is over
the lily is over
the grass is over
the soil is over
the cross is over
the casket is over
the body is over
the grave.

The fear killed
the lust killed
the rage killed
the high killed
the time killed
the drug killed
the man killed
me.