Poems

Joe Dolce: Two Poems

Broad Arrow Café Broad Arrow Café was busy that day, the tables were arranged tightly to heel— two minutes of terrible shadow play.   A Colt AR-15 Carbine at bay, Martin Bryant went in and ate a meal. Broad Arrow Café was busy that day.   That’s not funny, someone heard someone say, not realising the shots were too real, two minutes of terrible shadow play.   A reenactment, or Port Arthur play? Customers trapped, with no place to conceal, Broad Arrow Café was busy that day.   Twenty-nine rounds fired in the café, ten people wounded and twelve people…

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