The Godless Guns of War

A poem of Soft S and C sounds

Circle the wagons against the oncoming far-right. Their

Seagull will peck at your eyes. A benevolent

Celebration is rare these days.

Set up the guns — the proliferating guns — at the

Center of horror. How can the

Swing set rock us back and forth with no relief? A

City mourns when a teenage

Stranger full of anger, can buy two guns, and the

Ceremony of death begins. Little children die days before their

Summer break dismembered by bullets. While the NRA

Circus sends thoughts and prayers. Why do we need to

Sacrifice our children to the godless guns of war?