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Bullets Take No Names

November 3, 2015

Thirteen year old girl in critical condition after being shot…

This is the headline I read early this morning, and sadly, I read about similar things often.

Someone did a drive by, bullets flew through the walls of the house and hit a kid. So often, the bullets meant for someone else are absorbed by the flesh of a child. It honestly amazes me.

I’ve written several poems about it, to the point that it’s becoming trite in my poetry, but it’s something I hear about so often, and really bothers me.

With this blog is a drawing or illustration in which I tried to express my grief and pain, and below is a new version of an old poem called “In the Blink of an Eye.”

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In the Blink of an Eye
Sean Michael, June 2015

He stands on the porch, infant in his arms,
breathing the cool evening air.
Welcome to the world, precious child…
Those are the stars, see how they shine for you?

In the distance…


The shots ring out like thunder from the barrel of his gun,
but not one shot strikes down his enemy.

In the distance,
“hum, hum, hum”
A father hums to his daughter.

What is the speed of a bullet?
100 yards in the blink of an eye?

A stray sails through the night
and pierces the infant’s head;
a silent, instantaneous death,
from 500 feet away.

In the blink of an eye,
a child is slain.

In the blink of an eye,
a world in disarray.

In the blink of an eye
just a blink of an eye.

Blink… Blink… Blink…


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