I hesitate to apologize
Not because I do not feel sorry.
Grief, a tyrant
proves nuclear in its suppressive power.
Grief, a tyrant
proves nuclear in its suppressive power.
Unrelenting remorse is in fact
The trusty bayonet I reach for
When all of my other emotions
deplete of ammunition.
But it is a passing sleet
when the fire is closing in;
what terror can an apology quiet,
what good does my sorry do?
Sympathy cannot be the best way to remedy a mass killing,
Is no tactic to declare a monster abated,
A baited Lochness writhing at the ropes;
Clearly the chaos will plan its escape.
And there I’ll be— hunched over, mouth ajar
when the rifle is unburdened any remnant of rage,
I will quiver my bayonet
More white flag than weapon
Nonetheless,
I carry it with me always,
I carry you with me always.
About: anyone else feeling utterly helpless and ineffective at battling this pandemic and every war it has waged on the human race?
