Kennedy

I remember duck and cover Knees tightly up to chest Face down, hands placed behind the head Each child below his desk I remember single file From classroom to the hall The other duck and cover Lined up against the wall It was just another drill Much like the one for fire Sirens for the unknown threat For fires the special ringing bell Then back to work; all is well; and yet, I wondered why we had this help For threats that didn’t manifest But nothing for our President That left me dark and empty A gaping hole within my chest