Yesterday a child with a gun,
a troubled child with a gun
in a society which allows
troubled children with guns
to enter a school and begin to kill,
killed and killed and killed and killed
and wounded and maimed and terrified
and ran away because he’d had enough
killing for a time and when they caught
him he allowed himself to be captured
because he wants the attention killing
brings and the fame and the assurance
he will be cared for the rest of his life
This is our Valentine’s Day, America.
This is the red and bloody day we love
because we just can’t help ourselves.
It comes in the shape of a heart that has stopped
beating, a heart bloody and red and open for
the Love of God never to beat again.
It is our passion and when the killing stops
for a time we run away and say how sorry
we are it ever happened and pray it will never
happen again, but it will. We know it will,
because the only ones with guts
are the ones who took the bullets.
The rest of us are made of chocolate,
lace and paper.