A Second Changes Everything

A bullet leaves the barrel of a gun

A man thinks ‘what have I done?’

The sky is cornflower blue, without a cloud

The President waves at people in the crowd

A woman turns slightly to look at him

The sun glints off the Lincoln’s trim

A watcher points a cine-camera at the parade

A secret service agent dreams of getting laid

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Time To Decide Patsy

I’m sat amongst the boxes

In my nest not in a tree

The November sun is dazzling

It’s nineteen sixty three

In the land of the brave

In the land of the free

I’m learning how to kill

In the book depository

I look down the barrel

To see what I can see

A woman dressed  in pink

Her hand is on his knee

I squint at his head

It’s just him ...

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She Wears Pink

she wears pink

to brighten his day

and the November sun

shines off the black

of the bonnet

of the car

that they share

down Elm Street

into Dealey Plaza

into the bright

Dallas daylight

with their backs

to the red brick

book depository

he waves to

children nuns

preachers cowboys

cons and killers

until...

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