The Trajectory of Jared Lee Loughner

When I see this man,
His face a gun pointed,
Pointed at me,
I feel the point of impact:
Blood drains;
Ice cold fear is pumped to the exit wound.

When I see this man,
Bullet eyes formed into casings,
Finger twitching between good and evil,
Schizophrenic, delusional, chasm born,
I see him no longer seeing me.
Devoid of me, the other,
The visage of reality is destroyed at gunpoint.

© Sally Paradise, 2011, All Rights Reserved

2 Responses to The Trajectory of Jared Lee Loughner

  1. connetta's avatar connetta says:

    this is a wonderful poem. it hits home these days. and it is well said and written. good work.

  2. Rising Window's avatar Sally Paradise says:

    Thank you so very much.

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