When I was little,
I thought about heaven
Grown up, I’d just dwell
On the number 27
My abuser’s birthdate,
Age she became parent
My age when gunshots
Caused deaths most aberrant
The same exact date,
Only three years prior
A girl was strangled,
A murder transpired
Friend of my brother,
She away at college
Thanksgiving evening;
Horror to acknowledge
I didn’t know her.
Then 2017,
Another stranger,
Another graphic scene
November 27th,
My friend had shot his spouse
Spared his dogs and kids;
Did it in their own house
Him suicidal,
His thinking far from clear
Did something evil;
Caused sorrow and tears
