Who is it now?
June 20, 2008Who is it now?
May 27th.
A rude awakening.
Allen High School massacre.
Who’d ever do such a thing
*
Packed
bodies. Heaving
chests. Hard
panting. Sweltering
heat.Pouring
sweat.
Unbearable.
Air
thick with fear.
See
the tangible waves.
Feel
its coarse touch.
That pungent
smell.
The rhythmic
pounding.
Hell,
You could taste it.
*
How can the sun be shining so gaily
The wind blowing so gently
Soft clouds drifting so merrily
While we’re in this misery
*
Flinching.
Struggling.
How futile.
Driving through skin
Tearing through muscle
I’d hardly stop at bone.
Ah. Is this it?
Silence.
*
Packed
bodies. Heaving
chests. Hard
panting. Sweltering
heat. Pouring
sweat.
Unbearable.
Air
thick with fear.
See
the tangible waves.
Feel
its coarse touch.
That pungent
smell.
The rhythmic
pounding.
Hell,
You could taste it.
*
Enraged crowd.
Funny really.
Red faces.
Kind of like bulls, no?
Well.
It was fun.
I guess.
Fun, yes, fun.
Great fun.
This is why.
Why?
Why they banned scissors.
Ah. Yes, this is why.
Scissors. Really.
Befitting actually.
Really.
Nope.
I wonder what it’s like?
Are we really going to die?
Hope not.
But they’re approaching.
Yes, they are.
We are going to die.
Ah.
Ah.
*
Packed
bodies. Heaving
chests. Hard
panting. Sweltering
heat.Pouring
sweat.
Unbearable.
Air
thick with fear.
See
the tangible waves.
Feel
its coarse touch.
That pungent
smell.
The rhythmic
pounding.
Hell,
You could taste it.
Funny.
Who is it now?
- J.
