The “whys” and the “hows”
were almost immediate.
Followed shortly thereafter,
were the smattering of “thoughts & prayers”
accompanied by hashtags
and politicians’ faux broken hearts.
This one was “the worst”,
but haven’t they all been?
Haven’t they all been
the worst for someone?
Someone’s best friend?
The makeshift memorial
stretches across the astroturf
winding like a trail of tears,
a road of sorrows.
Messages, coins, candles, roses;
gestures from those who knew them personally
and those who know them now,
because we let this happen again.
I bend slightly
to read each name
adhered to each white cross.
They are from various locations:
I reassure them silently that they won’t be forgotten,
but when I look at the paper,
less than a week later,
it seems some are already trying not to remember.
Is it too soon to talk about this?
Is it ever too soon to talk about
Someone’s best friend
and why they should still be living and breathing?
Is it too soon to talk about
this broken society
that has created an admiration for senseless violence
and has prioritized gun ownership over a love of human beings?
When should we talk about
Virginia Tech (’07),
Las Vegas (’17)?
Should we wait until more than 60 innocents die at once?
We shouldn’t be talking,
We should be shouting!
And before the questions of “why” or “how” are raised,
we should be emphasizing, “Never, never again,”
and taking immediate action.
Photos taken: 10/6/2017