Looking out the window,
outside bombarded by bullets of wet cold snow,
soundtracked of wind,
wolf whistling thru cracks.
Do You think
Of Tony in his gauze thin tent
under viaduct overpass,
wrapped in supermarket plastic,
a caterpillar chrysalis that will never “become.”
Sudden crack of thunder
startles heart deep to heavy pounding,
rapid thumping that reminds
suddenly of mortality.
Do you think
Of Gianna, a frail child
waiting for a new heart,
pondering only that another’s death
will provide her new sustaining rhythm of life.
The wind blows dust
obscuring road ahead,
causing cursed slowdown
making a meeting late again.
Do you think
Of Asari and child crossing desert
their life carried packed burden on shoulders.
forging hoards through heat, driven sand ,and hunger,
leaving all behind to escape a choking tyranny.
In the blind waiting for ducks on the wing
polishing rifles with pals
while relishing hopeful thoughts of a trophy,
and Brandy with tasty dinner at home.
Do you think
Of 16 year old social outcast Zach
stuck to his gaming screen scoring points for death
thinking about the guns in his closet
and all haters out there deserving to die
A world awhirl in
tempest torn precarious future,
precious values long lost to complacency,
apathy coddled in idle comforts.
Do you think
-Jerry Wendt 2019
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