~UNTITLED~

Because I cannot think
of any one word
to describe the horrors
of what was watched
and heard,

my poem is Untitled;
my anger is unbridled,
and I am left to wonder
"Why?"

Why were some wounded,
and others left to die?

Promising young lives
have been snuffed out
and the survivors are left
to wander aimlessly about

in pain, and fear
and those who seem
so stoic now,
will later on,
begin to dream
and I wonder how
they will face the dawn.

Theirs will be
a delayed reaction -
better, I think, to
have shaken and cried
right away ~
than to be stoic and
carry screams over into another day...

One foot in front of the other
one day, the father cries,
next day, the mother ~
one day a sister leans
on a brother
next day, it's his turn

Not even the dark of
night will be able to diminish
the pictures
of the student's gun
with its flash and burn.

Send the children
off to school
Teach them all the Golden Rule,
but teach them, too,
to be aware:
For there is danger lurking
everywhere.

Christina
In Memory of those lost or wounded in

the Virginia Tech Massacre, 4/16/07
© 4/17/07