Jessica lay quiet on the floor
as images still flickered on the screen
One of a dozen murdered in their prime
when the silver screen became a ****** scene.

Just last month she had narrowly escaped
a shooter loose in a Toronto Mall.
As in the movie"final Destination"
Death came back to pay another call.

We never know the moment or the hour
when we'll be called to render our account.
Arbitrary fate selects the victims
from both doubters and the hopefully devout.

Parents still wait anxious by the phone
for any word about their children's fate.
Ten dead at least lie scattered in the aisles
The ****** harvest of a madman's hate.