Sonata for Gun, Knife and Fist

I sat in my car at the intersection next
to the school mesmerized by the way
the fire was raging from the windows.

Every day I think about what I’ve lost.
John has paint he says we might be able
to use to clean up the burnt-over areas

a bit, but more things can go wrong than
right. I’m tired of this. I’m tired of crying.
There’s a bullet hole in my child’s car seat.

Howie Good, 2018

Remixed works:

Mass Shootings Spur Movements, But Gun Violence Is Constant For Some Americans, by Asia Simone Burns
The Mice Who Evolved to Live on Cheese Fries: Prowling New York With an Evolutionary Biologist, by Christopher Bonanos