Friday, April 27, 2012

The Driveway

I am in the driveway now
with Jason and Ethnea dying.
Charles holds the gun and stands,
dead eyes on his girls crying.

It's Christmas Eve in Canada.
Blood is everywhere.
I hear the sirens coming closer.
Charles doesn't care.

Jason and Ethnea leave
their bodies where they fell.
The girls stare but can't believe
the story they won't tell.

I am in the driveway now,
thirty-something years away
from Christmas Eve bleeding out
into every Christmas Day.