It is May
it is the season of grief
Time tries
to convince
that the past is past
but what a sham
when nothing passes
it is all here
while jacarandas
are giving
away their beauty
lavender tears
pooling all over town
from our center
an iron bell is sounding
with
the shots fired
the car aiming
the knife finding
and what are we to do
because do
is imperative
do is to prevent,
to turn away
the chance
of another like this.
Banish distractions
disconnect from illusions
calculate,
act,
as if
there’s a problem needing
to be solved