“We’re basically under attack now.”
Investors buying from
under the feet of
Qualifying for poverty exemptions,
the red tape they try to clear
saturates with blood drained
from once-vibrant Russell Woods,
(im)paling the neighborhood.
Too thick, too slick, they slip,
fall, carried away in a stream of crimson.
The outsiders, parasites
ready to choke to the death,
see only unnatural green
and call it pretty.