Sandy Hook


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Who
unfolds over time.
Branching in eternal directions.
A gunman; his family, lover, friends.
A school; a family extension unto its own.
Educators; dream launchers opening eyes.
Innocent children; lives unfolding naïve,
with parents too young to bury their own.
What
is reported again and again
until speculations
are facts we take hold.
No solace they bring
as we cling for each word.
Sinking in slow and deep
as only reality can.
When
December 14, 2012
Mid-morning
Why
The question should never be asked.
For the answer will never be known.
Reason doesn’t apply.
Reason here doesn’t reside.
How
is futile as well.
Precautions brazenly dodged.
Planned ahead and in secrecy too
Cowardice chillingly complicit
Where
has many levels.
Sandy Hook today.
But where before
did this nightmare start
in this gunman’s mind.
Where
will it end?
Today for those too early taken,
ongoing for those peripheral.
For those survivors today
this will never go away.

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One thought on “Sandy Hook

  1. Hi grit86. A good sincere poem. Thank you for liking mine ‘A Stunned Hush’. I too had to write my words about this terrible tragedy. The Foureyed Poet.

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