The Racer Cafe, sight of a recent senseless shooting here in Seattle. Someone I know knew the victims and for the life of me I couldn't think of a damn thing to say to her that would give thier death any meaning what so ever.

Shooting at The Racer Café

A schizophrenic
Upon being eighty-sixed
From a café
Pulled two guns
And killed four people.
Later he killed another
And finally he
Killed himself.

I have spent
Three days
Trying to make
Some sense,
Pull some meaning
Out of this.

(And if you say
“The Lord works
In mysterious ways.”
I will say
That is because
He isn’t working
At all!)

And so I
Am left with this,
Drink every cup
Of coffee
As if it is
Your last cup
Of coffee
It might very
Well be.

Poetry by Budart
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Written on 2012-06-05 at 04:32

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
At such times Budart , all we can do is listen.Be there give a hug , let the friend know that you care. You are doing all of that and so so much more.
Ken ( D Williams )