Bodies wrapped in the wind.
Emotions tormented, Scrutinized, memorized, and laid out
like tarp over my front yard. A need for change but no
change is seen. Candles lit in vigil...when will the flame go out
Tired of the names in the paper, t-shirts in remembrance.
FLAMES OUT. OUT!
We're moving out. We're being extinguished out.
Layers of flowers, laid grounded like apple orchards
on a wistful fall afternoon. Clocks rounding the corners,
slowly, deliberately. Time running out...We're running out of time.
Ticking time bombs. Change is now.
Painstakingly needed now.
With newspapers in hand, crisp t-shirts worn, tears stricken with
emotions on blood soaked streets.