Spray paint on asphalt, nebulous shapes,
each with a label, bookbag, shoe,
except for the very largest,
that which delineates the nearly-final
resting place of some kid who neglected
to look both ways, whose identity will be
in the report of the first policeman
on the scene and carelessly reported
on the local news for countless viewers
who will cluck, shake their heads,
yet continue to accept the carnage
just as the Aztec or the Inca
must have countenanced their own
cults of human sacrifice.
