Burritt Street

Poem By William B. Deutscher

In San Francisco's financial district
Downtown, there is an alley, Burritt Street,
Jutting out where Bush Street roofs the Stockton
Tunnel, dark site of fictional deceit
As revealed by a small plaque on the wall,
Commemorating what never happened;
Sunlit daytime's familiar routine
All but obscures our cold blackness of night,
The nagging stain of treacherous murder.

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