Where Were You The Day Kennedy Was Shot?
in a womb
in Brooklyn
8 months
into it
mom had moved
to new york
from dallas
years before
they called her
"tex"
she was tall
she was loud
she filled a
room
like the
lone star
lady
from the
yellow rose
state
there were
not many
folks from
dallas
in brooklyn
back then
after it happened
she stood out
like a target
she was shunned
she was spit on
she was cursed
as the world
became
very cold
very lonely
even my father
became distant
no one knows
why
to this day
mom's old boss
jack ruby
shot oswald
in the belly
while I was still
in my mom's
womb
as people
watched
on new
television sets
I was born
a month later
on christmas day
a month
after the
birth
my pops
caught
a couple
of slugs
in the back
of his head
mom took me
up in her arms
to raise me in
sunny callifornia
far from the snow
that fell at the corner
of flatbush and church
the day I was born
but, that question of
where were you the day
they shot the president dead?
that used to be significant
now it means less and less
many assassins
have plied their trade
since that day in dallas
many bullets
have cleaved hope
away from fate
many have fallen
many are never
remembered
anymore
at all
which makes me wonder, to myself
where will we all be when the next bullet flies?
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