Whitman hears varied carols,
A unified song.
Has the song stopped? Or
Are we tone-deaf?
Building fences to remind
Us of dead kids.
A stone per name, a
Petrified forest family.
The family we know
Is fractured, drained.
Guilt, you say? Guilt?
The toe-head’s a killer.
Assign a platform to us.
Wooden grief and angst.
Can pistols be bargained
Away? For an id card?
The father, back from hell,
A be-medaled veteran.
A backyard bee-bee gun
Makes my boy a man.
He shoots with an open
Mouth and cries his song.
The flesh is cold as rock.
It stings like death.
The Mom is absent and
Mute in her glacier.
Our tale’s a mesmerizing
Witness to parental faith.
As much a game as shooting
Gophers in the snow.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Whitman hears varied carols,
A unified song.
Has the song stopped? Or
Are we tone-deaf?
Building fences to remind
Us of dead kids.
A stone per name, a
Petrified forest family.
The family we know
Is fractured, drained.
Guilt, you say? Guilt?
The toe-head’s a killer.
Assign a platform to us.
Wooden grief and angst.
Can pistols be bargained
Away? For an id card?
The father, back from hell,
A be-medaled veteran.
A backyard bee-bee gun
Makes my boy a man.
He shoots with an open
Mouth and cries his song.
The flesh is cold as rock.
It stings like death.
The Mom is absent and
Mute in her glacier.
Our tale’s a mesmerizing
Witness to parental faith.
As much a game as shooting
Gophers in the snow.
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