I heard said ‘Cats that walk by their wild lone’
But Henry had need of friends. They disappeared
Shall I follow my dream?
Clothes disappeared in a backward sliding, zones
Shot into view, pocked, exact & weird:
Who is what he seem?
I will tell you now a story about Speck:
After other cuts, he put the knife in her eye,
One of the eight:
He was troubled, missionary: and Whitman
Of the tower murdered his wife & mother
Before (mercy-killings) he set out.
Not every shot went in. But most went in:
In just over an hour
With the tumor thudding in his brain
He killed 13, hit 33:
His empty father said he taught him to respect guns