The Glass by Robert Beveridge

Angle the camera another five
degrees to the left and you'll catch
the way his eyes pop out
for television they won't tape
them down the way they did
for Gary Gilmore.

Another few days and you'll
watch the execution.

On the way home
from work yesterday you passed
an auto wreck, glass
sprayed across the road
drip of blood
from under the car door
like the rest of the rush-hour traffic
you slowed.


 

About the author: Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise on Bandcamp and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in the6ress, 1870, and The Hope Anthology, among others.

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