Again & Again & Again & So On
Ten years ago I wrote a poem
about elementary school children slaughtered
in their classroom.
Today I am writing the same poem.
Anytime I hear of death by bullets
I imagine a bullet ripping through a thick layer of flesh,
barreling through tough muscle,
hitting a sturdy bone.
That’s not what happened
in that, excuse me, those schools.
I can’t write the words,
my brain won’t let me imagine
those bullets anywhere near those small bodies.
All that’s in my mind,
all that has been since we learned the detail,
are families who had to supply their DNA
to match one of those small bodies
unidentifiable from the barrage of bullets
from a gun designed only to kill humans.
In the USA, the NRA reigns supreme
above the lives of citizens
no matter what age,
above decency and logical thinking,
above the dignity of a nation.
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