King Park Poem by Lora Cooley

Mid day, outside, or near there, not far from the park
Shots were fired, but they didn't hit the target, this time
I travel backwards through time, disintegrate, become invisible
I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened, I want to know what it felt like
The fragments of memories transcend time to capture it accurately so I can always remember
If you could see it up close how could you ever forget?
I wan to be there when the bullet hit
Out of their houses now
Over front yards all the way up to the place, the scene
Trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on
Everybody wondering how far they were from where, soaring high and high up over King Park, further back before the shooting, the marks of youth soon transdformed coldly into stone for ruins wrapped in gold
There cannot be a reason, not for death
Three days later a mother had to bury her son
Not far away the shooter holed up in a hotel locked himself in the room
His uncle begging and pleading preached of hope and forgiveness
But the burden of murder felt like the world was collapsing, hear him speak, 'Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself? If I turn it on me, If I even it out, can I still get in or will they send me to hell? '
I left the hotel behind
I don't want to know how it ends