For all my fellow Oklahomans
1 min readJul 4, 2022
a poem about destruction and Leonard Cohen
C. A minor. C.
Crushed.
We’ve all been crushed
by two hundred miles per hour
wind, tornado.
Hallelujah.
A minor. F. G.
strum to the noise
of three schools
falling.
Two dozen children
missing.
Movie theater
burning…