The bible tattered by a bullet
killing the preacher on the
pulpit.  May we get someone
to open at fifty?
The eye glasses
That slid to the bump on
his nose before ghandi’s
breath was ended
by violence.  Thus it is
pushed up by bid.  
The skull shard
from the young
lord lost in dallas.
In a cuvette,
a reliquary to
fight demons by ritual
in africa.
So they must pass.
The black tie knotted in
an X as in the name
belonging to followers
Of muhummad in chicago.
Thus, as
the hammer has dropped.
Pass along my hope.
Given without reserve.
That the price reached
was what it was worth.