issue #5 (12/12/00)

the game was never finished
   and all the innocents were shot
   in the back of the head
lying on the ground
   blood diluted by the water
   drifting lazily in the gutter.

the guilty are allowed to roam
   uncondemned for their massacres
   praised for their ambition.

there was once room,
   room for us all

and there probably still is,
    though no one knows,
    nor realized then.