Ambulances,
Fire trucks,
And cops -
They gathered last night
At Mount Hope Lane,
Right in front of
The house
Next to mine
From the shadows of my window,
I saw a lady
Put on gloves
And stride through
The open door
Of my neighbor's
But I couldn't
Keep watching
To see
Who they bring out:
The man
The woman
Or
The kid . . .
No, I'm not that strong.
. . .
In between the mountains
Of
Hope
Faith
And Charity,
Sits a block of houses
That keeps experiencing
Horrific tragedy
And the irony
Really
Stings
And rings
In the ears
Of the folks who still live here.
CH 9/27/23
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