This memento

Of Sheffield:

I bought it

For you.

Should I leave it here?

Seeing as

It is stuck

Deep

In your guts.

Your lifeblood seeping

Onto the cold,

Soiled pavement.

You lie, eviscerated, gurgling.

Helpless as a newborn.

 

What?

I don't hate you.

I don't even know you.

Or your mum.

Your brothers and sisters

Or any of your family.

It was nothing personal, man.

It could have been anyone.

Anyone

From your manor.

You were in the wrong place

At the wrong time.

 

Why?

You know the score.

Because I couldn't

Lose face.

Status and credibility

Are everything.

I didn't want to.

I had no choice.

Without respect,

In this area,

You're nothing.

 

You look awful.

 

I think I'd better

Take back that keepsake.

When you've gone.

 

Evidence.