Charles Braddy | hockspitslurp

3 poems by Charles Braddy

I have seen too much, yesterday was enough.

Guns & TV.

Another show.

Sunday night.

Reruns & replays,

slow motion,

rain from a high rise.

Rain coming down.

Popping rounds.

Blood on TV,

blood on the ground.

Blood on TV,

Blood on me.

Another shooting,

mothers weeping,

congress sleeping.

Another shooting.

Another life gone.

I won't fall,

I won't evaporate.

I won't Sleep.

I will stand.

The Shadow Passes

Bombs drop.

Buildings shatter.

People run.

Disappear.

Laptops close.

We text.

We wink.

We like.

We drink.

Bombs drop.

Buildings shatter.

Lives

disappear.

Laptops

close.

Shadows pass.