each day filled with beauty
and the need to define it

a yellow sun in a white sky


small details used to shade in
the emptiness left by a
fourteen year old girl brutally murdered
in her own house

and there is a man i know
who will scream out christ's name
and expect an answer

there is always this need to
reinvent america

and what can you do with anger
besides wait for it
to build into violence?

the answer is nothing

look at history

imagine the future

war in both directions
and at what point will you be able to
view your child's death as
a necessary thing?

keep your answer to yourself

count the number of days
before it grows large enough
to devour you

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