The red light shines down on the ice,

like blood spilling from two bullet wounds.

Voices forever gone,

unable to share in the unity of our national anthem.

The fallen know nothing of it, of anything anymore.

They rest.

Our eyes peer through the electronic haze,

searching for answers,

accepting the truth.

Minuscule drops of fear roll down our cheeks,

like fresh stains on the pavement – proof of life,

and loss.

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