Some Want to See It Burn

7/20/12

 

From a shirt worn, her lapel

Stained with soot; of this,

She sheds, we render it tragic.

 

Gunshot wounds breach the

Collective hearts.

 

A furious thought wears

Bullet-proof armor.

 

A theater frayed by

Claps of gun fire.

 

A

Joker gives out wings

To film buffs.

 

A wish was made,

Under breath of

Gunfire:

 

She could live again—

Not—not taken,

Not like this.

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