When we ask, “Why
do hundreds lie
silent, while the detached angry arms that shredded them remain?”
They reply, condescendingly,
“You are out of line!
“Out of time!” we shout
“How many more must lie?
For a right?
A far far right
Left long ago?”
Thoughts swirl, like varying cloud types in a chaotic sky
Praying-hands emojis point pointlessly heavenward
Flags fly: half-mast, false
Why not red?
“Arms are for hugging!” the children cry
The hearing? Impaired
The deaf? Self-proclaimed twisted victims in an expensive macabre game
Website Photo: NYT cover, Memorial Day weekend, listing mass shootings, weapon(s) purchased legally.