Midwestern Tragedy in 90

A white clapboard house and leaning red barn dot a green expanse.

A brown wedge of roiling dust glides in too fast from the west.

Three cracks of gunshot spread across the prairie but fade to silence by the time they reach the next homestead.

A slower dust wedge is glides west behind the truck towing two fertilizer tanks.

The gruesome sight greeting the deputy sheriff is matched by a more gruesome realization that it is all to feed an addiction that even the dry-lipped toothless junkies don’t really want.

About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.
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