You are in as little a hurry This morning As you've ever been. Re-engage your safety. Holster your stress. Your car is a gun. Your key the trigger.
Two ton hollow-points flying Down every street in the world; lead In search of potential tissue.
The father witnessed his own heart -Shape and weight of a five-year-old- Break into molecules midplay On the parking lot Under a blind reverse. Perhaps the groceries blocked her view. Clip emptied in a split second. Your car is a gun. Your car is a gun, a child's tunnel vision As narrow as the barrel of a .22. Aim carefully, away from people. Squeeze, don't pull. You hold lives with Your steering wheel. Destinies under your feet. Every turn you make has room for tragedy. Your car is a gun. A hot, smoking gun.
You are in as little a hurry This morning As they are to put something so Small in the ground And return with heavy unhealable hearts To a house That won't see them smile For another five.
True story from this weekend, at my local mall. Drive safe, guys.