Senseless and deeply
Disappointing, our cities
Are draped in gunfire.
The violence hangs across
Our shoulders
And
We wear it like a two-bit,
Woolen coat
Hard to shed amidst the rain
And the endless pursuit of power
And fame
And ‘unavoidable’ we say.
Un
Over whelming
Un resolved
Un civilized
Over inflated
Some claim
In conceivable
All undeniably
Real.
The bullets
Mark us, stain us red
Leaving our hands and faces
Pockmarked
Like a shame-faced girl,
Hiding in the bathroom.
It seems we cannot. do not.
Will not. Stop it.
We simply
Don’t know how
Anymore.
So we lower our
Expectations, instead,
And zip our coats
Until the teeth catch on the slide
We turn further and further into the rain.
Content to stay dry
Here, somewhere
Inside the lining.
