The End of Words

The massacre of babies with bushmasters

are words that shame the lips, stun the tongue into silence,

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end words,

send language,

or even the very idea

of language,

raining down

into the holy place

inside the dark forever of

a parent’s soul,

forever divided

between this and that,

then and now,

a rupture so wide and deep

that words

drop into the void.

How can you speak

when you hear such words?

Can you ask questions?

Who is at war with

whom?

How does that sorrow

break?

What does it take to make

the whole world

tremble?

And what of the millions

who only buy more bushmasters

in the wake of those words?

Where are the words that can speak of that?

Those words even silence the rain.

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3 thoughts on “The End of Words

  1. Fran, Can’t sign in to FB or Twit or others as this email doesn’t have accounts. Actually I only have a FB acct. Anyway, what you wrote was beautiful. I’m speechless. Best and Happy Healthy New Year, Jim

    Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 13:44:37 +0000 To: jamesklogue@hotmail.com

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