Not meant to beat for only me
My captive heart now shatters
Its shards slip through my boney cage
Made plural by sad matters
Outlaw compassion on the run
Last seen winging north and true
To where the twenty-six are missed
Where grief is thick and blue
Now circling ’round the school like crows
A flock of lamentation
Our broken hearts converge to mend
A small town and a nation
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, December 2012. All rights reserved.
I wrote this late at night on December 16, 2012 after watching the service for those killed in the shooting at the Newtown, CT elementary school. Oh, samsara!