She Wears Pink

 

she wears pink

to brighten his day

and the November sun

shines off the black

of the bonnet

of the car

that they share

down Elm Street

into Dealey Plaza

into the bright

Dallas daylight

with their backs

to the red brick

book depository

he waves to

children nuns

preachers cowboys

cons and killers

until with a

crack crack crack

three bullets

singe the crisp air

ricocheting

until two find

their target

blood and brains

splattered over

her pink dress

that she only wore

to brighten his day

and now he’s dead

beside her

and a nation

with no gun control

cries and mourns

the catholic

president

who could have

should have

would have

been their

saviour