Assassin
Moving through dark
shadowy trees,
slumped center-frame,
he walked awkwardly,
mumbling
his mad invective,
ineffective rage until
reaching the flag
he vaporized
into anger’s
flame.
That was his manifesto
video
you-tubed
cabled
into my reluctant eyes.
But I cannot turn away.
I must see how
anger and madness,
armed and dangerous
shatters a mind,
murders
a judge’s wisdom,
a child’s innocence.
poem by Steven Federle
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