11-23 (The Shot-To-The-Head In Hogtown Haiku)

[each day when i go to work, i pass a spot in front of toronto's union station, where a crazy hostage-taking took place. a man held a shotgun to a woman's head and just stood around. eventually, a police marksman got the bead on him and put an end to the situation...permanently. this is just down the street from where i work, so we sent cameras and covered it.

when i pass that spot, i am reminded of the horror that actually feeds my family. it's an odd feeling.]


The inmate passes
Over a quick decision
A hostage released

I sell memories
To ravenous collectors
Starving in the now

The moment feeds me
My insistence on knowing
Puts food on my plate

The portal opens
I do the time warp again
The scene of the crime

We bank on the bad
I put myself inside his shoes
The criminal wins

There are bills to pay
Regret is a gold trophy
For taking the shot