Thursday, June 09, 2016


I ask if everyone is fine
after hearing of a shooting,
"one dead, many wounded"--
the newspapers carry a short
version. My questions lost
between the lines where terror
takes to the streets in distant
latitudes and longitudes.
Page piled on page, a stele set in ink
engraved with names I can't pronounce
Tonight there will be other names.
Tonight other families will grieve.


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