Rainbows In Vegas
Like a drop of the rainbow
A mother arches herself over her stricken child,
A man arches himself over his prostrate wife,
And a stranger arches himself over another.
Rainbows in a hailstorm, they all are,
Bringing out their best colors
To hold back the hail of bullets
That but for them would rip another:
The killer sought to see red
Yet from heroes and heroines alike
Came the rainbow through his gun sight.
Wheezing past the bullets
Were ambulances and wheelbarrows,
Taxis and foot angels--
All in search of succor for the wounded, the dying...
Nowhere, though, did I see the gun laws:
While the rainbow flew at half mast,
They remained asleep and aloof.
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