November 22nd 1963

a small poem about that tragic day when JFK was assassinated.

 

 

November 22^nd 1963

 

 

 

 

Bobby

Stares into the void as he mourns the death of his brother.

 

Jackie’s

Pink dress falls to the floor, her body collapses into a torrent of tears.

 

Khrushchev

Stands in hunting moonlight as he looks up at the Kremlin with a smirk on his face.

 

Castro

Sucks on his cigar as he blows smoke rings across a field of sugarcane.

 

Oswald

Pulls a trigger three times one afternoon in the state of Texas.

 

 

Reviews

[J]

oh my. shots heard round the world ....... brilliant in its brevity and gravity. this was definitely one of those "where were you ..." days one never forgets. i was a kid, but it could've been just yesterday.

thanks for the commemoration. well done. ;)

[Winslow Des Totes]

Wow. Very powerful description of Kennedy's assassination; I've never seen this style before and it works well. Very unique!! Great write!