There’s been another death.
A heart attack in the night.
May as well have been an intruder,
plugging Frank with a pistol as he slept.
More and more,
my life is like a crime scene
with my friends its unwitting victims.

Seemingly safe in hospital,
wasn’t Adriana the victim
of a bacterial semi-automatic.
And weren’t those stray cancer bullets
that smashed through Chris’s window.

And then David in a car accident…
a robbery attempt by a telephone pole…
he was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Every day, everyone I know
is trying to live
but the criminal element
is everywhere.

They’re not after jewels and money.
It’s a heartbeat they’ve got their eyes on.