What Happens In Vegas…


What Happens In Vegas…

There were no wooden-bellied cellos

Mournfully weeping deep throated

In the house where I live as

I watched the truth of plastic

Freedom plagued by the sounds of

The rat-a-tat-tat

The Bop-bop-pop

Sounds that were echoed only by

Thundering soles pounding the ground

Under fire

Under siege

The feet of the fleeing

Pressing prayers on brick walls

Thrusting souls over fences

Witnessing the crimson pour from

Entities stolen by a lone GUNman

Mimi Wolske

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