watch the sun rise, shield or shade your eyes,
                                                           ­            it will be eleven thirty
on the East Coast when this yield will fade to cries,
for just a little over twelve hours
ago some one, yes one, lost hope and to get even with
a score, in a battle with his inner dark place, maybe the
rent was due, maybe she had let him live with them or
was about to ask him to leave,
maybe, maybe he never asked for help or none was
offered, maybe he lost his jobs because of his temper,
or maybe he was a man and did not know how to
ask for help or maybe he snapped, or maybe he
was going nowhere and the family who let him
now wanted to him stay,
or go away, we may never know,
or may we never, no, never leave families in such a place,
where the wreckage happens
                                              and cost them all, the innocents,
their lives.