Untitled Poem # 17
A Poem - In memory of June 5, 1989
why that day that time
when he woke up that morning
what was he thinking
what did he eat beforehand
did he wear a clean shirt
trousers
that would last another day
was his mouth dry
did his heartbeat quicken
as they rumbled towards him
the shopping bags swung like thuribles
in defiance, madness, righteous anger
still no artifice of violence
just shopping bags
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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