Dec 2013
"Mr.Lennon?"
five shots
ringing out into the New York City air
one whizzing past
four making contact
connecting with the skin and bone
that make up his frail shoulder
a scream
ringing out into the New York City air
the yell of a woman
the cry of a soon-to-be widow
piercing the ears of all
that see his thin body hit the pavement
a whisper
slipping out into the New York City air
calling out in desperation
trembling with pain
it is hardly recognizable
the voice that once called out for peace
"I'm shot"
five shots
ringing out into the New York City air
one whizzing past
four making contact
connecting with the skin and bone
that make up his frail shoulder
a scream
ringing out into the New York City air
the yell of a woman
the cry of a soon-to-be widow
piercing the ears of all
that see his thin body hit the pavement
a whisper
slipping out into the New York City air
calling out in desperation
trembling with pain
it is hardly recognizable
the voice that once called out for peace
"I'm shot"
