I'm still waiting for the world to stop spinning,
Waiting for bullets I never heard to stop ringing in my ears.
Pelted with 50 or so names I know I'll have forgotten by the next time;
History will repeat itself in an endless cycle of destruction,
Quickly slowing the printers to a halt, the scramble to record
Yet more blood wiped thin in a place made for safety.
A school, a club, whichever comes next,
I'll be forever guessing myself the next massacure to deafen my ears.
Which one will grind the world to a halt ?
There's been seven mass shootings since Monday,
But this is the one I'll remember.
It's been four years since Sandy Hook,
But the nearly 900 since?
No recollection.
