A Drifter Named

And now here a drifter named West dressed in combat fatigues and a flak jacket and also known as Patrick and Eddy parked his Chevy Wagon which exploded shortly thereafter and began walking toward a playground filled with refugee children at play who were confused and heard pum pum pum as he fired with his hand guns with "Victory" painted on them killing five and hitting thirty in their chests with bullets that go through two interior walls and arms and abdomens legs and buttocks all under the warm California sun where the kids are going to want to know why they died and how long it will take to heal.*

 


* Poem extracted from the text of a newspaper story in the Washington Post.
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