The story is here
Another Bad Match
This if the fifth first line
I’ve written.
When a writer starts running
out words,
you know things are serious.
They call it drilling down.
Clicking from headline to
summary
to the heart of the story.
In this case, the broken heart
of the story.
Three dead in Kansas and the
deeper you drill
the darker things seem.
Three Jews killed, simply for
being Jews.
As a gentile, you like to
assume
that beast was slain 70 years
ago,
tears shed, shame owned,
lessons learned
yet here it is again.
On the eve of Passover, no
less
a village called Shalom, no
less
a conspiracy of coincidence
or premeditated, bitter,
ironic twist?
Where do people get the
energy to hate,
so motivated by other
people’s heritage and
blind to the shame they bring
to their own.?
In candlelight and respectful
silence
I will send my thoughts of
love;
home-made prayers for the
lost and grieving.
Standing with you in brother
and sisterhood,
Shylock’s speech about
pinpricks, bleeding and
hurt with the same weapons
sadly as true as ever.
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