The alarm went off again
a brand new morning welcomed
On the news, another shooting
perhaps a baby is dead,
or a lunchroom full of
does the carnage belong
to an elementary school
or a military base?
Is it a black man shot
without cause in the face?
Will it be three streets over
and two streets back, or
somewhere over the border?
The tingling in your toes
as mourning approaches
is certainly in time for the
glory and power of prayer,
lead on knees
weighted down, each
emulsified version of English
spoken falls back to the ground
spent like funds unavailable and
rejected by the bank teller in Heaven
locked up forever
and he a Deist In the worst possible way.
The people are apportioned rights
in Amendment Two –
which for some outweighs everything
everything from little Billy and Sue
to the wife and what she says
about guns in her weekend run
pounding the grassroots to make a
mild attempt at common sense.
The shooters expectation, longing
for happy trigger finger erections
stops any chance of that. Control
of guns at even modest station
is like an atom bomb dropped on
35% of the nation.
Of course, the next morning
the radio goes off to report
what darkness is there in human
hearts and the glee of the gunner
is answered in the blood of the