Poetica: Air raid to active shooter drills


Nineteen forty-three.

Cowering beneath my desk,

listening for Zeros.


Two thousand eighteen.

Under bulletproof blankets

children fear classmates.


Seventy-five years.

Puer puero lupus –

guns keep switching hands!


At life's grand buffet,

violence feeding on fear –

has anything changed?



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