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Shots Fired

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Shooting in Indianapolis

Many killed

Then the shooter

Suicides,

Which might have been the plan

Or nascent horror

In reaction

That what has been done

And how it really looks

And sounds

And smells

All senses bely everything,

The shooter’s truth

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I know people there

So do you

Six degrees

Less

Five for being

Human

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Now there’s talk

About the weather

As if there were

No separation

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We can graft it all together—

Watch, we’re doing it

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I don’t want

To know, either

It’s gross, and I’m trying

To deal in closer things

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But there it is

We do living color well

In irony of tones

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The coffee’s late

The toast is early

I’m not cycling well with the news

And please

Sell windows at another time

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In Europe,

I understand

They used to add them up

The advertisements

To show them at one time

A day

And give awards for them

That everyone would follow

In gratitude, no doubt,

For separation

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That we can do

Ecclesiastes says so

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C L Couch

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https://www.cnn.com/2021/04/16/us/mass-shootings-45-one-month/index.html

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Photo by Zinko Hein on Unsplash

Yangon, Myanmar (Burma)

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