sandy hook poem

I wonder if nursery rhymes were included

I wonder if they remember their first steps

walking in to a future so bright

but a world encased in shadows as humanity strides towards the dark of midnight

strike the bell 26 times and let the sounds ring so loud that they can still hear them

play the songs of their life at the funerals

These poor children barely knew their ABC’s when they were pronounced DOA

Dead on arrival

Future presidents and families discontinued due to an expiration date on the collars

of the full metal jackets

One size fit all

i wonder if the reaper wears a blanket cause he is secretly a kid hiding from monsters

I would bet that even death didn’t want to pick up his phone on December 14th

i bet there is a shelf in ethereal eternity with the words carved in the side: Newtown Connecticut, Sandy Hook Elementary, Never forget.

Never forget

Plastered images of a mans face crazy enough to hear the voices but sane enough to learn how to load a chamber

50 caliber

a number near 10 times older than it’s victims

i bet irony is lost  in the afterlife

I wonder if tears can break the laws of physics

because i bet the parents could drown in them when they heard the news

Caller ID can sometimes be a double edged sword

warn you of annoying callers

but seal death with a ringtone that sounds like a flatline

i think the earth got confused when they made holes too small to be buried

I wonder if it mistook them for seeds and grew flowers instead of futures

I bet that kids confused gun shots with door knockings

open up to see a man holding a piece of paper with your name scribbled in blood

you were called before your time

answer the call to destiny but it turned out to be death pulling a prank call that went a little wrong when a small child picked up on the other hand

I wonder if voices sometimes wished they were silent

If voices stood silent as sam instead of screaming plots of murder in Adam Lanza’s mind

The children at sandy hook might have traded fully loaded magazines for textbooks

aim down the sights to the kids who can’t see their own demise in the son of the math teacher down the hall

I like to think the children knew what happened after

I like to imagine that they understood this man was troubled with problems ignored too often

If warning signs were observed when exhibited in people,

he might have looked at the box of bullets a little closer and read the label saying:

WARNING! once fired this can not be undone. You will stain your past with blood and execute futures faster than rapid fire progression of skizofrenia

but he managed to miss the warnings

and the next day morning turned into mourning

as we remembered the day that the targets wouldn’t have even fit in bullet proof vests

and the clock moved further toward the black of night