Thursday, November 8, 2018

All Over Again

News Alert: Approximately 20
The headline cut off by the screen resolution
But I knew.
I knew without tapping.
I knew without thinking.
The words that would follow those four.
Because those words come so often.
Too often.
Begging for something. Anything. Ending.
And nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Gets. Done.
The same repetition of words.
Our thoughts and prayers are with the families.
There are no words. No words for this.
Choking on platitudes.
The worst mass-shooting.
Domestic terror.
A frame for this terrible. Terrible. Thing.
And it’s all I can do not to wonder.
Not to wonder what thing will earn that title next.
The worst mass-shooting.
Because they do nothing.
Clinging instead to words written before this world.
They may have had the best of intentions.
Paving the road to the hell we’re living.
We have to do something.
Because I knew. I knew without doubt.
With a weight on my heart.
The words that would follow those four.
And I wondered instead, not twenty what? But where? And who?
Who was killed this time?
Where did they die?
Because those words come so often.
Too often.
News Alert: Death Toll Rises
Came as no surprise.
We’re all so sorry. And we’re all so angry.
And they do nothing.

And they do nothing.