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BOYS PLAY

by John L. Chapman

Boys play Cops and Robbers Cowboys and Injuns (the good Cowboy always wears a white hat) Youre dead one cries No Im not, you missed me Invisible bullets making unclear the outcome of such mimicry. But on that Friday, the play was not play, Unimaginably real the shattered window the principal lunging and falling How did he choose? Which room? Was it play that guided him to this room where the substitute teacher huddled her fourteen first graders in a small circle? Like shooting fish in a barrel so easy all holding each other all dead and dying six more foolishly fleeing only to be shot and shot and shot and shot and shot and shot a simple squeeze of the trigger so easy like shooting fish in a barrel When did he know the play was not real? Did the last bullet he chose that silenced him finally convince him? How Long, O Lord? How Long? We raise our pleas to thee while politicians merely enjoy another game of boys play.

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