The Senator says he can’t imagine
it was anything but an attack on religion.
In the way that a shooting in a park
is an attack against the trees, a shooting
in the street is rage against pavement
and passage. Put a starling in a ballet
slipper, and it will protest the slipper,
the dance, the port de bras and jetes.
For the life of me, can anyone imagine
the translucent reality of the fallen?
It’s so hot the safflower curves,
angry at the sun. There is a bee
in the hallway. It tells me the hive
is dead because God hates honey.
There is a whirlwind in the marsh.
The reeds and blackbirds are enemies.
Bodies are lowered into the ground.
There must be hatred of the very Earth.
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