Fifth Day after the School Shooting
Some may say the world’s end
occurred that night.
Yet, I awake. Life persists after
all.
Sunrise encroaches on darkness,
first light,
as day, in turn, always ends at
nightfall,
and stars shine enough, night sky
overhaul.
Dusk, meditation, and gin blur
the eyes
--whatever helps you survive this
downfall—
from sameness and safety, I empathize--
stare into hate long enough, spirit dies.
Can't our hearts break; feel the grief,
feel the pain;
in the decay’s where resurrection
lies.
Our world ended that night in a heart stain.
The holiest of holies sometimes
speaks
in whispers. Or wails of distress,
tear streaks.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019
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