we watch wet empty streets
at midnight
places of panic
sedate restaurant
bullets
bleeding
bodies
bones
breaking
in shadow of tower Eiffel
then
concert
crashed
guns with eyes hands sweaty fingers
holding heavy metal hostage
young men afraid
tickets in back pockets
running the door
trampling
escaping
carnage
into garish light of Paris streets
the
lucky ones
and we watch and wonder
who escapes
when terror takes a city
on a drizzle-drenched Friday November night?
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