100 Words About Where It Happened

I’ve seen stains
on the road where 
it happened.  I’ve seen
ambulance lights
heading away from 
where it happened.
I’ve heard weeping
and screaming, 
tortured explanations
of torture and death,
condescension turned to
terrorism, eventual drift
from truth to shrug, and
blue, blue winds blowing
any remaining truth like
so many dandelion seeds away
from where it happened;

if you want me 
to testify about where 
it happened, where
exactly it happened, 

we’ll be here a while
as I point and say
there and
there and
there
and there and
there

is where it happened.
Everywhere
is where it happened.

About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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