Shot Three Times
By Karly Noelle White
I think often of the musician,
I forget his name,
who drove home from a gig one night,
his elderly van coughed up smoke,
was braked to the shoulder,
he called for a ride and he waited.
Just standing by the side of the road,
humming a worship tune he had led
that past Sunday; God is great, God is good.
The flashing red and blue;
police pulling up with grim faces.
“Help is on the way,” he told them.
But they took one look and agreed
this guy fit the profile––they turned over his gear,
disassembled the drum kit,
but found no stash or secrets.
His hands were flat against his legs,
he knew the drill. He complied and complied.
But their body cams went dark.
He died.
Shot three times.
Another man; with the same slender build,
sang the same sort of songs,
drove to the same sort of gigs
in the same sort of van,
And then of course, there’s his skin:
the color, my husband refers to as mocha,
warm and inviting,
a sharp contrast to my cream.
I burrow into my husband’s arms,
he assures me that he is not afraid.
But I can’t stop hearing the bullets fly,
the musician’s widow’s cries.
Karly Noelle White is an author, copywriter, and editor. Her work has been featured in the award-winning anthologies Lines of Velocity, Untangled, Nothing Held Back and Pieces of Me, all by WriteGirl Publications. She is a proud wife and mother and nurses a tea addiction. She earned her degree in English Literature at Biola University and cares a lot about faith, justice, literature, equality, education and Batman. She can be found online at Mrs. White in the Library and on Facebook.
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