Sandy Hook

December 14, 2012

 

It twists my guts

Into ribbons of pain

Pulled, as if dragged,

From the bottom of bloody sneaker-prints

To a center of piled, spent shells

And little boy and girl legs in the middle

Of a classroom.

 

It twists me into echoes of screams

That we can’t help but hear, but god,

Oh god, why don’t we listen?

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