October 12, 1998

The whisper stream ran through the town for days
The backwoods insecurities had laid him six feet below
where the snow now covers the roses
They were afraid of where his eyes might find their fix as well as their own
They thought that they knew him but they didn't even know themselves
The whisper stream flowed across this country
The headlines printed the words of self defense
Did he deserve to die?
Do they deserve to live?
I'll trade their life for his