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shots richocheted
automatic fired echoes
slowing time-created
silence bubbles where
freeze frames split
reality’s horror into
nanosecond moments
of flight-not-fight hope
where once the twang
of vocal chords unified
a flock now scattered
feathers hovering in
midair spots where whole
beings once stood-smile-

chaos richocheted
virtually disseminated
confusion, echoing off
networked nodes pinged
with readymade
answers tailored to
eyes and ears trained
to see-hear the
same frequencies
bloodying the homeland.

A bullet for every baby.
An invoice for every death.