Blue Lights (Edit #2)

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We daily walk the same streets,
but today, where I always turn right,
the pup pulls left.

We stroll past the spot
where they found Carlos last night,
curled up like a baby -- bloody,
but held together; his young, broken mind
at peace beneath a blue light.

Four years ago, when Paul’s family
became ashes in hand
and his body betrayed him,
he staggered to the other side
of the platforms
where the cleaners power-washed his parts away.
But I wonder if some piece of him
still remains there
in the air
or between the stones.

My dog sniffs the rails and ballast,
then lifts his leg to piss
on the ground.

Edit #2
I walk my dog along these same streets every day.
But today, where I always turn right,
I veer left.

We stroll past the spot
where they found Carlos last night,
bloody, but held together --
curled up like a baby --
like the child he was.

When Paul’s family became ashes
and his body betrayed him,
he walked to the other side of the station
and the cleaners power-washed his parts away.
But I wonder if some piece of him
still remains there
in the air
or between the stones.

My dog sniffs the rails and ballast,
then lifts his leg to piss
on the ground.

Original
I walk my dog along these same streets every day.
But today, where I always turn right,
I veer left.

We stroll past the spot
where they found Carlos last night,
bloody, but held together and
curled up like a baby.
Four years ago, a thousand feet north,
Paul’s body broke apart
and they washed it away.
But I wonder if some part of him
still remains there
in the air
or between the stones.

My dog sniffs the rails and ballast,
then lifts his leg to piss
on the ground.