fear and lack of comprehension inside a child’s mind
not knowing what’s happening or what’s happening next
searing physical pain
friends’ blood let loose
not the images we plan for our children
not how our loves end
small frames
pure energy, full of life, snatched away
not abstract
not imagined
not pretend
hopes lost
we think of our own children
hold them close
closer
it’s not enough
our playground superheroes
are defeated
writhing and wrestling
we consume ourselves every day
James P. W. Moudry
A poem following the Sandy Hook school massacre on 12/14/12
twenty children and six teachers killed
not abstract
not imagined
not pretend
hopes lost
we think of our own children
hold them close
closer
it’s not enough
our playground superheroes
are defeated
writhing and wrestling
we consume ourselves every day
James P. W. Moudry
A poem following the Sandy Hook school massacre on 12/14/12
twenty children and six teachers killed
