Ignore Me Like You Mean It

For now, I have this: Widespread Panic For Uvalde Can you see the possibilities  The feet laying silent in the crowd The quiet corruption of a world gone mad Shouting silently from securities unanswered phone I wish I’d owned a looking glass  A quiet transfer of violence all my own. The crowds parted in silent revelation, A madman’s place completely at home Pikachu stares from the stands Rivers streaming over and above Music that hangs in the silence  Of a bands best wishes fallen from the throne Helpless bubbles of pregnant pauses  Playing dead like the bones that draw their due. Shoes filled with blood red notes of exultation  In an unexpected recording of “where are you?” A five year olds homework splattered- on the floor Violence takes multiple stages From here I am to there they lay Uvelde in outrageous stages- Columbine, Aurora, Parkland and more. (c) Krystal Turner 2022