Poetry: AMERICAN NUMEROLOGY(for JFK)

11 22 333 [63]
Could it be the serial number on a
Magic bullet that sliced through
cool Dallas air fired from a book long dormant and
Yeloowing by a sworn
Red
A steel sunburst exploding through pillow-soft clouds of flesh brains skull
and Blood
Spattering in showers on a
shocked designer Dress that is instantly hung in the
showcase of
History
spun like distressed thread into many Stories
a verbal Hall of Mirrors
Unverifiable
Unforgettable
Real life pages turning like pulp
thriller Manila Hanoi Havana gold
Ruby and cheap lead alleged lone Killer
himself shot dead and later talk of
a Coup even as AF1 flew carrying
LBJ on his Path to Power but
even at 11 miles per hour the notion of
that Topless black beauty can still stop us in our
Tracks after 50+ years as it bears the
Body of the former White House resident
to that other
Arlington