The Evening News
Gunshot stain on a tranquil town Fear locks the doors at night when once they were left open To strangers and neighbors alike to warm by hearth fires and share a kind meal Small town gossip frozen stiff and cold as the housewife corpse on a manicured lawn Blood-soaked flower garden No one sleeps now No one smiles now No children playing No faithful praying Time stands still on the main street corner of a community in shell shock Caught unprepared for the grim reality of human nature.