another lone shooter
an alien standing in a sea of people,
unnoticed in his normal skin
until he raises the gun
cutting people down like
so much wheat
before turning the gun on himself
and taking our answers with him
what is he killing?
emptiness, that sucking hole that inhales
days and months and years,
leaving nothing in its wake?
who can know now?
could someone so cruel have considered even the
cold kindness of a note?
and now, the cameras
and now, the anger
and now, the inquisition in search of someone to blame
for this scandal of incomprehension
a neat little package of cause and effect
ending in a committee recommendation
and someone’s head on a platter
the fearful world closes in
demanding answers that we really don’t want
answers that might, if we had them, illuminate
what we’re trying so hard not to see