altar on the street

Saturday evening the police stopped a couple of boys in the town after two in the morning. They were told that they were breaking some curfew and were told to go home. So the boys took to the railway tracks. The tracks run along on the opposite side of my street. A good sidewalk runs along in front of my apartment. A slow freight clipped them, and a sixteen year old was killed. He leaves an unborn child.
And so across the street, this little altar has been constructed with pizza boxes, cigarette cartons, sunglasses, memoriams with obscenities, the usual flowers, solar lights and in the centre, a cross - remnants of a life.