Don’t Make Sense
Jun 28, 2022
Poetry
Don’t Make Sense
Another school shooting
Too close to home —
Four dead, plus a math teacher hero.
Our kid carries on.
The memory’s buried beside
His friends and math tutor.
Again, a school shooting
this time far from our home —
Six dead, plus the troubled assailant.
Our kid cannot speak,
He cowers, creeps, and carries the memories
In the deepest place of his backpack.
An actual shooting, or the story of one
Are the same — no matter the toll.
Our kid keeps it all close—
Feelings are deep in his bones,
He can’t shed them.