Red sky in morning
The sunrise was out of a museum
Someone must have pulled oil pastels
Off a canvas and spread them across the horizon
Exactly my age
Died that morning.
He did not see the sunrise.
He saw a bullet,
He saw his life scatter out onto the concrete
And evaporate into the stars.
Morning announcements crackle
Through the walls and wires, and then
A moment of silence.
I did not know this boy
But I do know that a life is worth more
Than a single shot and a moment of fragile quiet.