The Dead And The Young Poem by jan oskar hansen

The Dead And The Young



Blustery day in Virginia snowflakes flew
about, still not enough to make a snowman,
when a deluded student began a killing spree.
Great confusion over-weight and over-armed
police officers took up position behind open
car doors and bushes, till the shooting stopped
and the gunboy had killed himself, famous in
his own mind, and taken 30 youth with him to
the land of sorrowful memories.31 graves dug
in soil unwilling and unprepared to give space
for young adults filled with longings of love not
yet experienced. Now I wait for the movie with
brave and slim police officers dodging a madman’s
bullets as they storm the citadel.

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