Since that early autumn 911call
my wealthy neighbours have changed.
We used to share hedge trimming
sometimes get together for barbecue
and we were even planning a trip
to Mexico together
but that crash changed everything.
We haven’t exchanged two words
over the fence lately
and I have seen them looking
through the blinds from their darkened rooms.
Their son is studying martial arts:
I have seen him kicking and whirling in the back yard
and there was talk of some brutal bar fights
in which people of a certain race were
sent to the hospital.
I was talking to her
and was surprised to hear
she a was proud of her son’s venture.
She used to be a pacifist,
vowed her son would never go to war;
she told me they now attend services at
the Divine Sect of the Martyr’s Blood
right downtown on Wall Street.
She had the newspaper delivery kid
arrested on some trumped up charge
and he had to spend a night in jail
with a bunch of drunks
because she disagreed with
his uncle’s politics.
I sort of don’t like what they are doing,
but they own the company I work for
and they do go to church every Sunday.