Cook: Four poems about the last seven days shared to ease city's pain

A sign, signed by supporters, is seen at a Lee Highway memorial for victims of the July, 16 shootings on Saturday, July 18, 2015, in Chattanooga, Tenn. U.S. Navy Petty Officer Randall Smith died Saturday from wounds sustained when gunman Mohammad Youssef Abdulazeez shot and killed four U.S. Marines and wounded two others and a Chattanooga police officer at the Naval Operational Support Center on Amnicola Highway shortly after firing into the Armed Forces Career Center on Lee Highway.

As Mohammad Youssef Abdulazeez opened fire last week, Nathan Bell was with his daughter in a photographer's studio, as she posed for her senior pictures.

They were blocks away from Abdulazeez.

Bell, a local musician, wrote about the moment in his poem "The Lucky Ones."

"We would learn later that while she posed next to a clock, on a steamer trunk, more gunshots were being fired at a location six miles away.

"While time stood still on a giant clock, where she was leaning, five people died.

"Nobody was trying to shoot us today.

"We were the lucky ones."

It's a remarkable and achingly honest poem, and the rest of it can be found on his website -