by Mark Danowsky
Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know you can't explain, but you feel it.
— The Matrix
I wake with teeth clenched
I find myself holding my breath
We’ve pitted brother against brother
too long
In the end, it doesn’t even matter
who starts a war
They call it suicide by cop
when a gunman refuses to disarm
Sondheim reminds us
we lionize assassins
A conservative leader insists
The Left has choices
False prospect
for a bloodless revolution
Shots fired
I find myself holding my breath
We’ve pitted brother against brother
too long
In the end, it doesn’t even matter
who starts a war
They call it suicide by cop
when a gunman refuses to disarm
Sondheim reminds us
we lionize assassins
A conservative leader insists
The Left has choices
False prospect
for a bloodless revolution
Shots fired
Mark Danowsky is Editor-in-Chief of ONE ART: a journal of poetry. He is the author of four poetry books. His latest poetry collection is Meatless (Plan B Press). Take Care is forthcoming from Moon Tide Press in 2025.
