Sadness and rage at those terrible events in Connecticut. Why, again, do all the deer hunters need assault rifles? Why does Mike Huckabee call himself a Christian when he is obviously filled with hate?
I am thinking of the children, teachers, and parents. I can only follow Bardiac's lead and post this.
|I FELT a funeral in my brain,|
|And mourners, to and fro,|
|Kept treading, treading, till it seemed|
|That sense was breaking through.|
|And when they all were seated,||5|
|A service like a drum|
|Kept beating, beating, till I thought|
|My mind was going numb.|
|And then I heard them lift a box,|
|And creak across my soul||10|
|With those same boots of lead, again.|
|Then space began to toll|
|As all the heavens were a bell,|
|And Being but an ear,|
|And I and silence some strange race,||15|
|Wrecked, solitary, here.|
Thank you--it's perfect.
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