Car Bomb - May 19, 2025

a man denotated his car at a

fertility clinic here, two days ago

to describe the sound

one said like, a lightning strike

close enough to rattle your bones

a friend thought a piece of plane

had struck their roof

another thought a truck

had slammed their house

the first thought I had,

gas leak and house explosion

but a bomb feels more irate, it

projects the venom of the bombmaker

glass and metal pieces released,

the piercing fury of his words struck

with shards to faces, fragments into

arms and legs, the blood message

meant nothing to passersby,

nearby diners didn’t get it either

as they sat on gurneys they heard,

his own words had blown him away