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Safe Distance, 10-10-02 (Free verse) by Frass

Last night a man who worked for my firm stood near his car, pumping gas in Manassas and was shot dead, in cold blood from a safe distance the sniper thought. The distance a coward uses for his aims while searching through the heart of himself, a well brimming with self-pity, for another reason to hate all of us. The innocent the victims of such hate are not distant from our prayers and thoughts; but, there is no distance safe enough the sniper knows that our justice will find him.

Tintagiles 18-Oct-02/1:51 PM
The ending is bad. Perhaps he doesn't know. Perhaps your justice won't find him. And perhaps he doesn't hate anyone. It could always just be target practice. Or fun. Or something.




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