J.F.K

Butler Pennsylvania 20

       J.F.K.
     22 November 1963

Grief came flooding in
over every hill
down all our streets
right into the heart of town
the day the President was shot
insisting that he lie in state
here with us
for three days and nights,
until they came
with a caisson,
behind which
a veiled mourner
with children walked,
taking him as we watched
out across the viaduct
and on up over
our steepest hill
until we lost them
from sight.

Then silence hung long
over our town
until that morning
the rains ceased
when we woke to sun
breaking through dark clouds
and looking up
saw gently rippling Vs
against the emblazoned sky
and heard flocks of wild geese
calling down to us
to rise up, to carry on.

With spirits gladdened
we set to removing flowers
and the portraits they surrounded
from off the streets,
we gathered candles and lamps
from curbs and fences
and then stripped the trees
of the long black ribbons
that had been fluttering
in the breeze.

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