Broken Sheaves

Poem written in response to the murder of Amish schoolgirls in Eastern Pennsylvania on October 2nd.
Madman
opens fire on flowers

petals fall

as do

stars

as do the symphonies and great art

hearts of beauty, hair of the head numbered
not for
now
but in the twinkling
of a maddened eye

they die

and it is
as if the world ends
here
and now,
unredemptioned, under
cut
with
knives that slash
all canvasses
all art
all loving
lives
and kindnesses
fall down a chute
of senseless black, chaotic, twisted
notes
of a devil's flute

the wooden pegs of the school
room's floor

round rimmed in blood.

By Karen Corcoran Dabkowski
Published: 10/4/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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