What I Saw Through The Window

It doesn't sound the way you'd think
When an aluminum baseball bat hits a man's spine.
It's a dull thud, so quiet you could miss it.
And you don't scream out when it hits.
You just fall to the grass,
Maybe you pray.

The fight began over a woman,
Or money,
Or maybe they just wanted out of this place
In a cop car,
Or a stretcher.

He crawls across the lawn
Towards a rust-stained pickup truck.
Thud,
Thud,
Thud.

Grandma's on the porch,
She's gonna call the police.
But she never does,
And I can't understand why.
I turn away from the window,
Can't stop crying.
My family doesn't understand why.

What happened here?
It wasn't always this way.
I used to chase foul balls on the sidewalk
Where there's a fresh red palm print.
As he reaches the driver's side door and drives,
I catch my reflection in the window and realize
That nothing's changed.