I fall before the TV with a thud.
The news plays. Glued to the screen, I can’t stop
Myself from watching video clips. Cop
After cop, guns, flashing lights, sirens, blood…
So much blood. Did that really just happen?
The news plays on. I watch without true sight
As students carry wounded down the flights
Of stairs. This shooting still has not sunk in.
But all of this is real. This tragedy
Did happen. Really real, these cell phone clips
And photos. Really real, the interviews
And reports. Could have just as easily
Been me. Shaking, that thought in mind, I grip
The chair’s arms tightly. What if that was you?













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