by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
has nothing changed
but death
and is there more of that to come
what flies above
is dread
and plane
to join the ghostly hum
what follows fear
is fear
and tear
and screams
and silent hurt
a lifted pile
a concrete slab
that gets more blood to spurt
what could be worse
than hate that causes blood like this to run
is hate sent back
from us
who claim
we love, Beloved, the Son
