Touch It II

Draped around a metal pole,

Tied like a scarf,
To ward off the morning fog,

A blazing yellow banner,

Signaling that yet again
Someone has gone too far.

A night of excess,

Mixed with a good dose 
Of insecurity and something to prove.

The shots were surprisingly quiet,

Easily mistaken for forbidden fireworks
Squirreled away for a special occasion.

But the dead young man

knew the difference,
Though it doesn’t matter much to him now.

It was weeks ago,

Yet the crime scene tape remains,
And my neighborhood will never be the same.