22 November 1963

22 November 1963

It's dawn in Dallas
I turn down Houston and Elm
No sound--it's morning
No crowds--no shouts--no sirens
Not yet--all is still
Rising flame skyward
I stamp out my cigarette
I wait and I know
Low noon in Dallas
I prepare--I aim--I fire
It is finished now
Let them talk of innocence
Let them talk of youth
Thirty pieces I shall keep

~~ Stephen Prosapio