(x = space)
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5 July
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Post-parade
As we must be
After battle
We have to count the wounded
On the field
The dying
And the dead
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In Chicago
And across New York
Wherever we commit
And find,
To make the discovery
Again
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That we are bestial
Worse than,
Since we weaponize
Our extensions
Limb
Tooth and claw
For killing
Over distances
And up close
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Conviction is an odd word
That cuts at us two ways
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C L Couch
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July 5, 2022 at 9:47 pm
Wow. Yes. This is precisely his I’m feeling. Gutted. Again. Wondering if this will end. How it will? Worried for my teenage children each time they step outside our front door.
July 6, 2022 at 10:43 pm
I appreciate your worry. I mean, we have to live and there are good people in the world. There is joy to experience. We have to be as careful as we can.
July 6, 2022 at 5:03 pm
You make a very good point.
July 6, 2022 at 10:44 pm
Thank you. I think the tragic news crashed into my spirit.