Sunday, July 17, 2016

A Sad Week

It is the week of the Nice atrocity;
beyond the Gap, I see,
draped over a roadside memorial stone,
a tee-shirt flapping in the wind.

Elsewhere, a man decides
the universes of eighty-four minds
must be obliterated;
eighty-four lives to the wind.

How men assume themselves God:
make plots of hatred
where there were gardens of innocence,
conjecture bullets as seeds.

My most sincere sympathy to the relatives and friends of all those who died this week.

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