When Hell Slammed Into Orlando
Hawk eyed bullet, lamb blood spilling
garments of our fractured youth
nothing remains virgin or sacred
rosaries retreat to martyr tombs.
Windfall for green tied politicians
a spray of rainbows cracks the air
the nest of innocents forever disfigured
broken doves in dank despair.
Savior and leper nibbling insanity
sharing clouds of time and tears
passing bottles of rye necessity
oozing crosses and wooden skin.
The florist clips scores of blossoms
candle maker dipping double time
we the mourners, man the light
night pulsing- weeping fireflies.
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