|
The Meaning of
Kennedy’s Death
Kennedy is dead.
In November,
1963, I climbed into the car,
Miraculously,
because I was numb, and
We went home to
watch, grieve, mourn.
In Dallas the
whole crowd was shocked,
Thrown by the
force of three bullets
Upon the soft,
chill grass of the grassy knoll.
Zapruder:
Damned camera.
Caught the
shots.
Like us:
The frames in
the National Archives
Are dulled by
now
From repeated
shootings.
King. Robet
Kennedy. Ben-Ladin. Lincoln.
McKinley.
Garfield.
One little
ideologue with a rifle
Can stop the
earth from turning.
--November 22,
2013
|