Oct 2014
2 dead. 7 injured
people
names
words.
A man on the train, a husband
sat at the kitchen table
reading
Will it stop?
These words leave no answer
only a faded image
an unhesitant headline
a dark message
A man stops
his hair dripping with sweat
or blood
no streetlights
just the glint
of a barrel
pointed, poised
a moment
a thought
I do wonder if they had read the morning news
people
names
words.
A man on the train, a husband
sat at the kitchen table
reading
Will it stop?
These words leave no answer
only a faded image
an unhesitant headline
a dark message
A man stops
his hair dripping with sweat
or blood
no streetlights
just the glint
of a barrel
pointed, poised
a moment
a thought
I do wonder if they had read the morning news
i'm not quite sure if this makes sense, but i dont agree with the news. or at least the way that things like ****** and war are portrayed.
this poem is about a weird thought i had a while ago, about the irony of a man who has been murdered reading the morning paper the day he was killed
this poem is about a weird thought i had a while ago, about the irony of a man who has been murdered reading the morning paper the day he was killed
Written by
Olive Richardson
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