Caught on tape


These are the shoes of a man that if you say
here are your shoes, says there are my shoes.

Thinks: my flowers, my flowers in the world.
He travels on socks back and forth in front of his house.

He's  the sweet man who talks to kids.
He imagines that his street is a nest against the world.

One morning when the world overflows, 
he opens his window, takes his shotgun
and shoots dead all the flowers and the neighbors too.

A crowd gathers. People talk, point.
Everything is being filmed by the media. The flowers,
the general feeling in the neighborhood.
Look, his shoes.