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Something Moved (Fort Hood Head-Line poetry 11-6-09)


Deadly shootings at US army base
Ugly images on a cracking barricade- duty and honor, murder and rage woven together like distressed beasts on their way to some future slaughter.

Fort Hood suspect alive, in custody
All else is done and of no use. Something moved the barrel nearer, the commandment of executioners, killers of terror molded into a human face.

Massacre Leaves 12 Dead At Fort Hood
The train didn’t slow down enough to stop, it rammed straight through the station like fear was running late for target practice. There’ll be plenty of time for that after the dust settles.

Suspect Was ‘Mortified’ About Deployment to War
Consumption was nearing its march, it sensed the bones in the arid desert, the frailty of spirits deep in its bowels- O the bitter breath of cowardice seeps from us all in this!

Gunman kills 12 at Fort Hood Army base, suspect alive
Then stretch his limbs taut with your foul machine, pull his stomach out and pour water into his heart. Forthwith! We’ve things to glean from such misery!

Suspected gunman hospitalized after bloody Fort Hood rampage
Are we not sufficiently trained, the best fighting force known to man? O what lesson is there to learn from this that war hasn’t already given us?



© 2009 by mark prime
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