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Sunday, April 11, 2021


by Earl J. Wilcox

In a back room of the home nestled

among pines and dogwoods—bam bam


bam—shots over and over, bullets 

felling grandfather, grandmother, 


two grandchildren. The fescue lawn 

shaded but ready for a Carolina summer 


held in its red clay care two others hit 

by the bam bam bam bullets. Echoes


from silenced beautiful lives fill 

the patient pines. The ER will not 


receive nor save these lives or

the shooter’s. Nothing in this world


can soothe the pain in the hearts

of those of us left behind, our faces


racked with tears and fears for 

a world where—over and over and


over—guns break the silence among

hollow pine trees, our consolation


in each other, hopeful that one day

a brave new world answers our prayers.


Earl Wilcox is a friend both of the family of those killed in Rock Hill, SC on April 7 and of the family of the alleged shooter.