Back to Dallas:  The JFK Assassination 

                                                   The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.
                                                                                                                                   -Dante

The River Stops Here 

 


The river stops here, just down the street

I’m live and have arrived- to see death repeat.

In this frozen mausoleum where time stands still,

Taking photographs like a visitor touring hell.

 

Forty-three years hence and I still cannot believe.

A cold dark wind rose from the depths of evil.

It stirred from the corner of the railroad overpass

And continued a deadly swath atop the hilly grass.

 

This road is stained with our country’s blood and grief.

Fifty-five thousand followed the fallen Commander in Chief.

They marched into the plaza and disappeared below the overpass.

As I walked from Houston and Main to a sniper’s façade inside the glass.

For those guilty of his murder, justice in God’s court soon .

The eternal crack of the rifles echo from 30 minutes after noon

I possess a persistent pain that cries forever inside of me.

The river stops here. It will flow no more and will never be.