by carmenmariamandley

They said they were all strewn

Lengthwise on the dirty floor

in that music hall.

Those who played dead on their corpse friends

got out alive.


They said there was shattered glass

and blood

on the ground

in Beirut


They said the massacre lasted

hours in Kenya

at the college.


I looked at my notifications

before I knew

and Fannette had checked in safe

Pablo had checked in safe

(I had no idea what that meant)

not knowing any better

I went to the news.


I tried to understand,

but really-

there is no poetry here.

There is only the sound of

silent fear

and the bitter taste

when bile overcomes all else.

When we know it won’t stop.

It won’t stop soon.

And we hold each other closer.

We walk more quickly.

We fall into love faster.

We pray for light.

We keep breathing.

We just stay alive.