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this happens now.

you could be walking
talking
breathing
and
all around you
a seething
without meaning
can sear you.

and
no matter
the face or place
or space
all
are in range of it.

and will be
grazed by it.

traffic tight
streets full
and
a car
speeding
fuelled by hate
breaks from
reality
like flipping gravity
or igniting air.

there,
in Charlottesville,

Heather Heyer
in voice and
choice
representing
the best of us
and
the rest of us
not standing
with her.

outraged
and
paying attention,
Heather’s like that.

he
disconnected,
with
one point of
contact on pedal
one on the wheel,

none any
where else,

makes
one shoe
a purse
glasses
a body
a baseball cap
and people
so many people
pitch
in
all directions.

hell descending
down wind
a weaponized
dodge charger
charged
at peace

and

19 other
almost
last breaths
gasp exponentially
out of
stunned mouths
as socials
deliver trauma
to pockets
nationwide.

checked the feed,

mom ‘thought he was just
going to a rally’.

said she ‘didn’t know’.

didn’t know …
…her son
…his thoughts
…she became
a passenger
in his
death race.

‘I told him
to be careful.’

he was.

he was very careful,
stormchasing
the thunder
of boots and blood
and swords and shields
and soil –

the sound
like
bodies
bouncing
off a
windshield.

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