January 2018
Martin H. Levinson
mandklevin@aol.com
mandklevin@aol.com
I write poetry because it helps me make sense of the world around and inside me. It piques my interest in the past and prods me to think more about the present and the future. I find the act of writing poetry joyful and self-reinforcing, even when the content of my poems is about sad or traumatic events. Please visit my website: martinlevinson.com.
On the Road to Mandalay Bay
Room service,
thirty-second floor,
bullets served at
seventeen hundred
miles per hour to
country music fans
on the street below,
over five hundred
injured, more than
fifty dead, one more
mass shooting to
mourn and ignore in
a nation full of guns.
On the Road to Mandalay Bay
Room service,
thirty-second floor,
bullets served at
seventeen hundred
miles per hour to
country music fans
on the street below,
over five hundred
injured, more than
fifty dead, one more
mass shooting to
mourn and ignore in
a nation full of guns.
© 2018 Martin H. Levinson
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