Bullets

Rain smashes into tarmac
Like hundreds of bullets
From an angry gunman with no aim.

Car headlights create ghosts
Shadow dancing their goodbyes
With bullets and exhaust fumes.

A child's blue teddy bear
Lies heavy in the gutter
Drowned in dirty rainwater, shot dead.

Police sirens and cheap loud music
Form the city's soundtrack,
Eliminating the need for a silencer.

When the urban heartbeat falters
And neon lights go out,
Count the number of bullets left.
Keep one spare.
You never know when you might need it.