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 blossom candle maker dipping double time we the mourners, man the light night pulsing- weeping fireflies.