Youth - a poem

Three children with squat faces- there they go a-bumbling....
Kicking cans like splashing puddles in the concrete meadow, a-grumbling
'Whos got a fiver!" " I need some weed man" "Look its Al" a -mumbling
Hands in pockets a-fumbling, Slouched agianst the playground gate, a-fumbling

"Yo Al" "Yo wha the fuck was that all about, why you push me man"
Three keep silent. One protests. " Yo why you pushing me man?"

Three descend, raining blows on the one in fury, like valyries , anticipating the blood like chewing fat,
"Yo fuck you" "Die you cunt" As they stab and kick , and one kicks out
The knives speak for them, yet one remains silent
And the blood comes steady and slow like a deliberate stain
The children run home, yet one does not, to mothers who do not realise they were gone
And the body hastily deserted by knives and by its moans, lays stark on the street.
He was last seen wearing a blue jacket and white trainers which police are examining for forensic evidence..
Police have held in custody two suspects for questioning and are calling for witnesses. The number to call is ....