Double Barreled
Ran across the movie Rush on late night tv
Had been 20 years or better since I saw it last
Only thing I remembered
Was Gregg Allman rubbing two fingers across his face
As he sat as a defendant in a courtroom
He was letting the witness know
She might find herself at the end
Of a double barreled shotgun
If she testified
A day or two later,
I hear the news
Gregg Allman has died
Something about his liver-
Hepatitis C, a transplant, cancer?
My shoulders sink
My head falls forward
Emotions I can’t name
Splatter out of my body
His death
A shotgun blast
To my gut
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Don’t ever touch a black man’s radio!
Your poem, two stanzas, gave me the focus I believe you intended for me to get in order to understand and contemplate it.
Thank you!