Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Lord Have Mercy!

could i dig a wormhole

into the past, and stand

up? i need a sharp

spade and strong arms,

my feet are set in stone,

my heart crushed beneath.

death, a single bullet -

wrong time, wrong place

in the presence of a madman.

the mothers, the mothers,

weep. guns multiply

while the children lay, dead.

~SB

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