Charlie Kinegan Killed Him Dead

Charlie Kinegan killed him dead
and everyone cheered.
From Thirty-third to Seventy-second there was
a celebration.
An age was over and his fate was
long overdue.

He used to drink and snooze in a booth
at the nudie bookstore.
His sources and his toadies brought him
what he needed.
Anyone waking him up would get
their fingers broken.

For years he kept his rackets
on the low key.
Just him and his neighborhood and
nobody said nothing.
Nothing to say ’cause everyone knew
what’s what and who’s who.

Over the years he made a few
friends – the right ones.
He got a medal for dragging a woman
out of his own fire.
Once in a while he’d help a child
or bust a bad guy.

He picked his partners carefully
and was hard on them.
They all skeedaddled quicker than
a dog can paddle.
No real loot in this poor neck
of the woods anyway.

Things changed when the Haitians
arrived a few at a time.
He told them what was good for them but
they didn’t do what they should.
Simple people only understood, he said
simple measures.

Quickly the simple escalated from just
mean to hateful.
He began with beatings then added
the offbeat and indiscreet.
Within a month there was more than one
body in the street.

There was a woman, isn’t there always
a woman at the eye
of any storm. Her name was Amina
a lawyer of character
hard as mahogany with skin the hue
and patina of coffee.

She gave him trouble in public
and he threatened her.
It would have been her death except
for crowd closing in.
He withdrew but everyone knew those
frozen eyes of his.

How could anyone in that city have
predicted how sweetly
an Irish lad could go so mad over
that skinny newcomer?
Soon they were insparable, Charlie
and Amina, what a pair!

Summer and the windows at a hundred
degrees were all open.
At midnight a ruckus broke loose
a deafening fuss with
shots and screams and shit tossed
through shattered glass.

That cocksucker of a bad cop
had crept in
for vile revenge on that Haitian witch
but had stepped in
to where two lovers slept with a gun
under the pillow.

An age was over and his fate was
long overdue.
From Thirty-third to Seventy-second there was
a celebration.
Charlie Kinegan killed him dead
and everyone cheered.

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3 Responses to Charlie Kinegan Killed Him Dead

  1. huzaifazoom says:

    Felt a little strange pressing ‘Like’ as the underlying event evokes outrage before anything else.

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