32 dead in a field somewhere.
One girl in a gray, baggy sweatshirt bearing the logo "VT",
Smelling of fresh laundry and musky deodorant
worn by her boyfriend
The day before.
Eight empty desks
and blank final exams
and caps and gowns worn in caskets.
Three girls laughing, sitting at the table next to you
talking about what kind of pizza to eat
later
what movie to watch
tomorrow.
One vegetarian
who found out when she was five
that her chicken nuggets from McDonald's
were just like the chickens in her neighbor's farm
only dead.
and one Purple Heart
who just got back
who thought he was safe
who thought violence like this was
an outside tragedy
who was taught to protect you
and me
against all enemies foreign
and domestic
who raced to stand
between you and the bullet
as you stood
frozen
because he didn't know any other way;
and neither did you.
Three engagement rings
bearing the glitter of happiness,
the shine of truth,
the promise of forever.
One prom queen:
everybody's sweetheart
baby
honey
darling
one mathlete:
somebody's doormat
tutor
role model
son
One future president
and one burnout -
their last words
"maybe tomorrow"
lingering, floating
on the edge of a cliff
waiting
to fall away.
One Beatle’s record
playing on repeat on the third floor
of the old brick building in the courtyard;
"nothing’s gonna change my world"
echoes in the hallway.
Five unfinished papers on the
Recession of the economy
One on the cruelty of bullying -
The cursor still blinking.
One towel dripping onto the linoleum floor in the bathroom –
steam still lingering in the corners of the mirror
One son
On a break from feeding and bathing his sick dad
not knowing the truth,
as so many of us don't,
that tomorrow his father will be hungry and dirty
and that's the only way he'll know
his son is dead.
And finally
One stranger -
the one you passed this morning
on the way to the subway
and when your eyes met, you looked away.
And you didn’t smile
You didn’t look up
For one second
that could have
would have
should have
changed everything.
But maybe it goes back farther than that
Back to the skinny boy with glasses and a Superman t-shirt
in the back of your third grade classroom
Being poked and pushed and spit on
and laughed at
And you didn’t look up
Not for one second.
And today
the same skinny boy
stomped on his glasses and tore up his shirt,
Loaded his gun and set the hatred in his eyes on fire
And now there are 32 dead in a field somewhere.
Thirty-two fragile gray graves
Scattered across the nation,
thawing out under the spring sun
most of them unable to reach each other
even now.
This is so amazingly moving. You really put the truth out there and it hits home.
ReplyDeleteI have a poem I wrote about this too, only in a completely different form. Now I wonder if I should post it, just to have 2 different poems about the same thing. It's from a few years ago though. I really like this, Kristen. It gets into the personal things that were lost, beyond just the number of people, but still not overlooking that. It's very powerful. Nice job!
ReplyDeletethis is sooo goooddd. you are so good at looking at things from a compassionate perspective and drawing in the small details of the human aspect.. this does so much more than just telling the facts and stastics that disregard all the individual stories of people involved. GOOD JOBB I love it!
ReplyDeleteKristen, this is so absolutely amazing! I seriously had goose bumps when I read it. You make the whole event more than just something that happened on the news... you makes it personal and real, and I feel like I could have known those people.
ReplyDeletethis is soooo good! i love that you made it seem like everyone knows the people that were involved and it could have happened anywhere. i liked how you sructured it too, tying everything back to the beginning of the poem, really great!
ReplyDeleteI read this before break and it has sat with me for the whole week. Your voice here, at once reverent and tragic is so powerful. I think you should send this out somewhere. See me!
ReplyDeleteKristen, you make this dragic event seem not so distant. Your great word choice make the images come alive, making this different from just any other news story. Great job.
ReplyDeleteokay so Kristen I don't mean to copy everyone else but this was quite possibly the most moving poem I've read so far. I feel like you placed images in my mind that will stay with me for a long time, and that is so powerful, I don't even know how you managed that! This was truly amazing and I envy your amazing writing skills.
ReplyDeleteThis is so awesome. I remember this day so well. This poem is incredible and the truth of everything in it makes you think about the impact we have in each others lives. This really is incredible.
ReplyDeleteWOW. This is probably one of the best poems on here. I literally started bawling. You used soo much detail. And I'm sure that a lot of people can relate to some of the things you said. Great job!
ReplyDeleteThis is so good Kristen. I read it several times. It brings so much life to the situation, the way you described each person is perfect. Your words make it seem so real, like I could have known any of these people.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. It's so powerful and makes it seem like it's not such an unimaginable thing. You gave it a realistic feel; this is so good!
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