Poem 413
by Laurie Hesed
There were shootings last night
four different places,
beginning about two miles
from where I live,
and moving northwest,
down the road
to the next town
where my son and his family live.
Four people were killed,
fifteen injured, some critically.
It happened around suppertime,
while I was cooking,
while all the folks
in our towns were headed home,
or already there,
or in the second shift
at the lawnmower factory
where the shooter worked
and went to wound and kill.
The first responder was a policeman,
who “took down” the shooter
and stopped the carnage.
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