Christ On the Lawn

A mob gathered outside
my front window and
beat the shit out of
a dealer they said was
getting their kids hooked
on dangerous stuff.

At first
I thought about intervening
on the dealer’s behalf
but I had things to do.

The mob passed judgement with sticks
and I
decided to let them use my lawn
while I grabbed a fresh beer
from the fridge
filled the dish sink with soap and
washed my hands of
the whole affair.

Two weeks later
the lawn across the street
was littered with pink flamingos
but
the mob
left them alone.