June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two
Jack T. Marlowe
bang bang

Independence Day
was a month ago
so i know it wasn't
firecrackers
that i heard

two sonic bursts
blowing holes
in the silence
of an otherwise
comatose midnight.

an hour later
and the questions
are still wide awake:
did someone
get perforated
during a robbery?

or was it just
some wack job
using the stars
for target practice?

whatever the case
i didn't call the cops
trusting that
someone else would

but there's no shrill
of sirens shattering
uncertainty, no strobe
of squad car cherries
shedding light
on my speculations

because apparently
none of the neighbors
called the cops either–

irresponsible
bastards.
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