Explosions rocked Manchester Arena
   after finale of Ariana Grande concert
where just moment before avid fans
   of this idol did cavort and flirt
shattering poignant moments,
   when one than another attendant
   did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt
   now treasured musician forever linkedin with those killed or hurt
by Salman Abedi as Isis peck fist bumped the devil,
   gloated, and rejoiced while taking stock of the carnage
   wrought by sprayed scattershot shrapnel, he stood inert
   proud to witness handiwork and grievous fallen english dads
   children, and Bobbies armed to the teeth – on high alert
for suspect hell bent on wreaking heartache
   with swaths of bloodshed staining the dirt
many severely wounded requiring immediate intervention effort
and quick reflexive protectionist instincts
   rose to the fore buckling to save a life
   more precious than spun gold or jewelry coated gilt
prioritizing human bond, and appalled and those un-necessarily kilt
to appease fiendish, ghoulish and hellish primary business
   for mortician perhaps named milt
preparing the slaughtered victims –
   some draped in a comforting home made quilt
where veritable soul asylum family, friends and strangers tilt
their head down inconsolable sadness (as tragedy hits me hart)
   affecting an impulse to wilt

vis a vis
for such inexplicable wanton zealots to puncture potential peace
and slash societal fabric, which merely articulates greater violence
   a curse to render utmost loss terminated
   indiscriminately robbing kinfolk –
   perhaps and uncle, aunt, nephew or niece
more valued assets before natural termination of chronological lease
upon another casket with the Union jack
   folded atop adorned with flowers tucked inside a cease.