Montreal Massacre Poem by Justin Tanabe

He was the devil incarnate
To call him a murderer.
A misogynist.
Is the greatest understatement.
For he methodically shot fourteen women
After separating them from the men.
You may have noticed
I did not say his name
For a person this cold blooded and evil
does not deserve a name.

But there is also a monster within myself
that I see when I look in the mirror

Because I wish I could say
I would have been the hero
if I had been at Polytechnique that day.
Picked up a chair and smashed it over him.
Done something to save those women
After being separated from them.
But to be honest
I probably would have just ran away.

This fact will haunt me
for the rest of my days.