By Ilya Stotland
What a racket they stirred up that night
"Good hell, you're waking all the neighbors!"
The block is livid. Red and blue floods the spot like a hot tsunami
The old man fishes for his double-barrel in the pantry
A cacophony of sirens blasts out in the streets
Dumb kids. Serves them right
"Bob, Honey you have to come see this!"
That was her mistake
the thug slipped through the crack of the door
Thirst in his eyes, his veins burn like ether
Bang! - A rumble like thunder
"It's over now, honey"
The juvenile was no match for an honored vet
As the blood poured out from his heart
Seeping into the cracks of the fresh new porcelain
The old man stood proud
Heavy with the haughtiness of his latest triumph
So much so that he did not happen to notice
The flock of bandanas huddled outside his door
For a second they exchanged smiles
But the gangsters dipped, and now the old man peered down
And drops to his knees as his blood ran cold
The face of the boy hangs on their wall
Now stained with a crimson red of recreancy.
As the old man is cuffed and dragged
he takes one last look at the silhouette
of the young man in the roughed up black hoodie
whom he once called his grandson.