The saddest thing for me, as a teacher with a photographic memory of every kid I ever taught, are all those babies I once knew that grew up and got shot....too many dead or injured. It makes me cry for every death.
Villainous verbs
Vibrated with violence,
turning the rancid words
that saturated the silence
sleeping in the suburbs
into the glint of gunshots
that could soon be heard
bleeding out upon a sidewalk
more lucidly sanguine
than the distant siren's cry
loudly strobing
night's wake
on the edge
of a wailing sky.
Otis Taylor Band/Hey Joe
Kitchener Blue Festival August 2014
https://youtu.be/1ghxckWVzkI?si=ZIaVNnmdl4nHqcWK
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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Written on 2026-03-20 at 23:18
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Hey, Joe, Where are you Going?
~~~~~~~~~~~~Villainous verbs
Vibrated with violence,
turning the rancid words
that saturated the silence
sleeping in the suburbs
into the glint of gunshots
that could soon be heard
bleeding out upon a sidewalk
more lucidly sanguine
than the distant siren's cry
loudly strobing
night's wake
on the edge
of a wailing sky.
Otis Taylor Band/Hey Joe
Kitchener Blue Festival August 2014
https://youtu.be/1ghxckWVzkI?si=ZIaVNnmdl4nHqcWK
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Read 21 times
Written on 2026-03-20 at 23:18
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