as I see more news

from the US

and around the world—


the shootings, the bombings, the violence—

am I coming to a point where

something fatalistic in me


whispers, “Well, there’s another one.

How long until something else,



just as tragic or worse?”

I want to be broken, righteously

angry, ready to rattle the world,


but numbness is setting in.

Like shock, from blood

loss, from wounds too deep to


patch, paste over, medicate

and forget.

Fellow human beings,


can we please change

something, everything,

before we all become


dead inside or simply dead?