Show and Tell

Now he takes his stored up anger

and his mother’s guns

the ones he shot with her

and the one he shot her with

and drives to the school

that he attended when he was a kid

to kill the kids who laughed

at stuff he didn’t get

and the teachers

who taught him to read and write

and watched him wait to get out

And he never brought the guns

but he thought about it

over the years that weighed upon him

as he wondered why he never

left the school

or the fear and shame

but only the school room

and school yard

and kids and teachers

where he was headed now

with his stored up anger

Now he takes his stored up anger

and with his mother’s gun

blasts away the doors that lock him out

and walking down the hall

remembering being locked out

feels the power he never felt

in all those days of watching others

laughing at stuff he didn’t get

and laughing at him

or looking at him

or looking away from him

And he never brought the guns

and they never knew who he was

and now they look at him

and they scream

and blood is everywhere

and he wonders what they feel

and each time he pulls the trigger

he remembers those school days

waiting for show and tell

and he never brought the guns

but now he has