by Geoffrey Allison | SIXSTRINGcpa. Original copyright date 2012.
(This is one (rough draft) version of the poem I wrote during the days after the Aurora, Colorado shooting)
Children were playing, it appeared as a night like most others
Even adults dressed in costumes, smiling Sisters and Brothers
A gathering of souls within an entertainment palace
Flickering images rolling: AURORA borealis
Now in the Dark-ness of cover, a shadow quietly forms
Birthed from anger or sadness, how do I know how it was born
More than misguided, not a lost Knight in search of God’s chalice
Did even he know his reason: AURORA borealis
One unspeakable action, assaulting that hot summer night
Squeezing that trigger and ejaculating fire and light
Feeling impotent no more, clutching steel substitute phallus
He'd spread his seed of confusion: AURORA borealis
Atmosphere becomes chaos, comments begin kindling the news
Onlookers express certainty, begin labeling the hues
They're apoplectic or frozen, and painted as Red or Blue
Dark purple of blind midnight, swirling political views
Shouting fuel for the fire, a furnace of egoist malice,
And stoking embers for the next AURORA borealis.
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