Friday, June 7, 2019

Collateral Damage

Ode to Austin Eubanks


Collateral Damage
by Jane Hillson  May 2019

He didn’t die from an overdose
Drugs were never the problem
They were the solution

His pain too great to bear
Twenty-year old scabs bleed
When picked.  Over and over

The gun may have been shot
In the Ranch, but the ricochet
Arced, then fell in Steamboat

No reform. Just rhetoric
No change. Only bullshit
Collateral Damage

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