History Happens When Booth stepped into the box There was a moment he was Just a washed-up actor criticizing acting As he stood behind the president. And there was a moment when in the Book depository Oswald could have Watched the motorcade like everyone Below and with a telescopic view. The bullet that grazed his ear might not have. The man along the fence line might never have been found. History happens in infinitesimal space, In less than an instant.
And no calling it back