HOW DO YOU SPELL DUPONT?

Jay Moglia

One of the men was sitting on the bench

Dazed and quiet with a bloody ear

The second was cuffed and contained

Twenty feet away

Two others had scattered off into the traffic

It was the usual current--

Surface noise and punches

Missing and hitting--

Until the tourist used a cell phone

Bringing sirens stretchers reports chalkmarks and evidence bags

The onlookers played guessing games--

And the queen slinging 1940's show tunes continued

His whimsey

"If I was a cop I'da handled the whole thing myself"