The Mission
Grinning from his wound, the stabbed man
Staggered and fell and three days later
Rose up as this shrine of flowers and candles,
The site of his murder spring in summer.
Family must keep the flowers watered,
The candles lit. Here are pictures of him
Grinning from his mouth, where grins
Ought to be, and here the dates
Of his birth and death, his life as thin
As the knife that ended it.