My child went to dance his night away.
And mine went for the love of her life.
My children had names.
My parents came out looking for everlasting love.
My family were herded together like cattle
and passed into the cold beyond
kissed by the fire of bullets
from a manufacturing plant
owned by anonymous shareholders.
These are not my words
I have no words fit for a future
that blows like a gorgon’s breath
spawned by Hell’s army.
Bless me Father for I have sinned
I have lost my pulse
and wished the thieves the same.
My child, my child …