Tag: mass shootings.
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The Bullet
In that living momentthe bullet goes right by me—and in between all my prayersand my eternal gratitude — the child behind me dies. “Why did it spare me and not him?”,I think over and over again—counting the lifetime of wishesthat now will never come true for him.—It goes right by me—penetrating present and future— —dreams…
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America Seen
The pictures of their dead childrenare strapped to the chain link of the ball field they played on.A bullet holed flag waves raggedly from the outfield,dawn’s light filtering every hole. The cowboy and his horse have long since bowed in grieffrom the red pitcher’s mound.The children in the tenementsjust behind, live in fear that the…
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The Numbers
I can’t walk into Walmart and not scan for shell casings, see the bruises on the fruit and think of those who fell, those now populating its aisles and borders and calculate if it’s a number worth the killing when the man in a heavy jacket with a bulge, ramrod eyes and spine level as…