Snow
The snow is falling white and bright
from a gray sky
covering the graves of sinners and saints
A holy loin cloth
wrapping around a multitude of sins
it hushes away all ill intent
for yet a while
as snow falls in quiet triumph
to the ground
His hands are frozen
He has no gloves just a gun
but his aim is unclear
his blood shivers cold
He must obey the frigid air
dissolve into the night
Violence is baited to sleep
caged in the fury of just keeping warm
Whiteness confuses it and growls turn to whimpers
School is dismissed early in the day
so the little boy could not carry out his plan
he learned from TV
The Asian boy who wears a Chinese symbol
on his white shirt
will see his family again today
They will bow to each other thinking
there is safety in this American air
not knowing the cage is unlocked
the animal only sleeping.
A promise of catharsis lies in the street
heaving with shallow breathing
beaten but not dead
covering the memory of blood with white
Jewish boys' yamacas covered with snow
safe from the world judgment
they are free to go home
speak Yiddish and light candles
Snow is falling white and bright
from a gray sky
covering the graves of sinners and saints
Copyright © Barbara Aquila | Year Posted 2019
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