In the wake of living in a country where mass shooting happen far to often a collection of poems addresses this phenomenon. In Country Song a young woman recounts her evening at the country music festival that ended up being the background for the Las Vegas Shooting She lists off very early the four songs that she could possibly write to signify her experience that night. Like any good country song, they are all relevant, personal and passionate. The last being “I Love My Daddy” who was there by her side when she woke up in the hospital the next day after being shot and trampled at the event. Sometimes all we need is a little country to tell a solid story. Then we move to Last Date with Daddy which chronicles a father daughter date that neither one of them will ever forget. A trip that they both were so excited about happened to be the same night of the Las Vegas Mass Shooting of 2017. In the midst of the mayhem she loses sight of her father and finds herself standing in the middle of a now war zone looking for her hero, her father. Finally, she finds his boot and stands in that spot looking for him when a stranger tells her that he had been scooped up and taken to the hospital. Time has passed, they are both back home and safe. She tells him that she didn’t want her last date with him to be that night, daddy’s little girl.
PO- Las Vegas Mass Shooting 2017
Country Song
“The Night the Shot Rang Out”
“I Love You Daddy”
“Sitting on Tennessee, Steppin’ in Vegas”
“A Country Song and A Glass of Lemonade”
These are just a few of the names of my country song
The song that I would sing if someone asked me
“What would you name the song you’d sing after surviving the shooting in Vegas?”
What song
What melody
What rhythm
What beat
I think to myself it would be a terrible song because I’d have to ask
What lyrics?
Days after the shooting I stand in my own reflection
Mirror to my face
My face
An off kiltered shadow of the light that it once represented
Profile right: three-inch cut
Profile left: size nine female foot print
She stepped on my face so hard as she was running over me
Running away
Running for her life
Running and screaming and not looking at what that soft thing was her nine-inch foot was putting all of her weight on
Top of the head: two-inch laceration requiring seventeen stiches
From my head plunging into the steel stairs I attempted to run down
Confined to my hospital bed for six days as they operated on me.
Strangers watched me run down the steps
Running for my life
Missed a step or was pushed in the midst of the insanity
Lying there
Rolling down the steel stairs
Trying to catch my step
Trying to catch my breath
Trying to…live.