Sandy Hook 12.14.12
I want to mark the sky
With a brand of shame.
I want to melt down the guns
And use them as irons
To protect the innocent.
I want our tears to put out the flames.
Loud and clear does aftermath ring
Loud and clear, our inner apocalypse.
No angel blowing a trumpet
No Mayan calendar ending
Nothing can decimate
More than madness
No one can explain
A perverted thought.
No words can satisfy.
One
Can
Only
Move
In the direction
Of
Love
By a single touch-
A move
Of your
Hand
Towards mine.
