When Interrupted By
When interrupted by
symbols of death
we are supplied
dogs that gnaw & run
the flowers that ride
on the casket, the many
interruptions of gunfire
the quiet mourning
terrified screaming
the processional
the one man rescue
the shock of the loss
of father or daughter
of comrade or son
heads up or heads down
goddamn every kind of bullet...
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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