No Pulse/Heart/Breaking Point (12/06/16)

God is dead
You killed him with a gun.
And the one before that.
And another. And
Another one.

A baby’s beating heart
Only matters till it’s born
And then it’s torn up
With the fear and lies
And heartbreak and violence
And conversion camps
And carding
And racial hate
That make America Great
Again.

You gunned God down at

Sandy Hook.

Columbine.

San Bernardo.

Charleston.

Innocuous names
As if they were paint chips
Or dances
Rather than slaughters
Based on hate
Of woman
Of black
Of gay and trans
And the NRA put the guns in those hands
And smiled and said,
“Please come again”.

Oh please.
Not again.
Again.


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