by John Leonard
The evening news arrives and I mute it.
An anchor watches me stoically through
the screen before her facade is replaced by
a body bag being bowled into an ambulance.
Red and black under the white plastic.
The emotionless font of the bottom caption
reads— Drug dealer shot in Englewood.
Then, effortlessly, the image changes to
a fabric softener commercial and I’m left alone
to take another bite of my dry turkey sandwich.
The next day I read in the paper that he was
a fifteen year old high school sophomore. That
he was someone’s son and someone’s brother.
That the officer didn’t even chase him. Meanwhile,
screens hum the same silent tune in every room of
the White House.
John Leonard is a professor of composition and assistant editor of Twyckenham Notes, a poetry journal based out of South Bend, Indiana. He holds an M.A. in English from Indiana University. His previous works have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry Quarterly, The Jawline Review, Fearsome Critters: A Millennial Arts Journal, Up the Staircase Quarterly and Burningword Literary Journal. He was the 2016 inaugural recipient of the Wolfson Poetry Award and 2018 recipient of the Josephine K. Piercy Memorial Award. He lives in Elkhart, Indiana with his wife, three cats, and two dogs.