looking forward to returning home
from a fun, really great vacation,
and then...
You’re having a quiet dinner,
on a beautiful night, talking about
the theater and the play you’ll see,
and then...
You’re out with friends
dancing, having a good time,
you laugh, throw your hands in the air,
and then...
You’re in the market shopping,
selecting just the right items
for a dinner your family will love,
and then...
You’re in the stadium cheering on
your team, relishing the camaraderie
of like-minded fans. Score! Goal!
And then...
And then...
the bomb goes off,
the guns fire,
the smoke roils up,
the people disassemble,
crumple, go down
in front of your eyes
as blood paints red
everywhere.
Hearts miss beat after
beat after
beat
as the plane plummets
as the bullets fly
as the debris scatters
as mindless hate salivates.
Momentarily there is
stop-motion
weightlessness
disbelief
terror
screaming
intolerable noise.
And then...
silence.
Stunned calm.
Dazed disbelief.
On television screens
all over the world,
the morbid numbers tick up,
a macabre score-keeping
of pieces of wreckage spotted
of bodies and parts under sheets
and people bleeding, groaning
in the streets.
And then...
the
tears
fall
like
rain.
Meanwhile, hidden,
hate
sings
rejoices
coils.

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