Death Came on a Friday to the College
Death came to the parking lot dressed in all black
carrying a big gun and a black backpack on Friday.
He was a day too late for me driving in 7:40 am Thursday as
I walked past the huge brick wall barricading the construction
into the bungalow where my students wrote their last exam
exam before they turned into butterflies to fly away.
Death, dressed in all black, carried a big gun a, black backpack,
1,300 rounds of ammunition, arrived Friday in a carjacked car, opened
fire, killing the father Carlos Franco, the gardener who tended
the college’s plants and flowers. Death shot his daughter Marcela
buying textbooks for summer school, a life full of dreams destroyed
as their red car rammed into the low brick wall.
Death walked toward the library, the beating heart of the college,
full of students studying for final exams, where like birds they learned
to begin their outward journeys flying off into the sky. There
he shot Margarita Gomez collecting cans to donate money to her
church. She died at the hospital. No longer would she come to the
Latino Club with her bag of coins for St. Jude’s Children Hospital.