Friday, August 28, 2015
Had To Be There
The motorcyclist stops,
lifts his black visor,
smiles, triggers the bomb.
Everybody runs.
Rosa starts to, but realizes
she’s gone,
and thumps down.
Madame Hartzell, fat, rolls
a distance in the shock
wave after. One fore-
ground head and trunk
sings of its beloved.
Labels: Bomb, bomb aftermath, bomber, death, explosion, maiming, suicide
