O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!
Eighty-five dead!
No, eighty-eight... wait, wait...
More they say... still counting.
Is it ninety-one? Ninety-two?
at camp... in the midst of fun and games...
one at a time they gasped, clutched, contorted
unbelieving
not suspecting life could ever be finished
not ever...
but today? Absurd.
Looking up... what he saw,
the blond boy whose mother loved him
more than she loved her own life,
an ordinary man, blond, too...
a policeman aiming the rifle...
more flashes... more noise... more...
unaccounted pain... then untimely night...
nothing!
exeunt
Eighty-five dead!
No, eighty-eight... wait, wait...
More they say... still counting.
Is it ninety-one? Ninety-two?
at camp... in the midst of fun and games...
one at a time they gasped, clutched, contorted
unbelieving
not suspecting life could ever be finished
not ever...
but today? Absurd.
Looking up... what he saw,
the blond boy whose mother loved him
more than she loved her own life,
an ordinary man, blond, too...
a policeman aiming the rifle...
more flashes... more noise... more...
unaccounted pain... then untimely night...
nothing!
exeunt
2 comments:
Isn't that terrible? I'm just amazed at how screwed up people can be.
The bomber/shooter has said in his writing that he wants a "Christian" response to the Muslim invasion of Europe. Think there's a failure of "church in society--- church and society" somewhere in this tragedy?
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