(Regarding the Las Vegas massacre)
deep runs depravity
seething psychosis
the fertile milieu
for ovarian evil
new hatreds are made
inside madness
a birthing of bloodlust
cold craving for murder
horrendous of scale
uncountable bullets
tear into the peace and
the pith of an innocent
neon lit evening
uncountable wounds
make the music to bleed
and the civilized
sidewalks to scream
of why and of who
turn the dry desert air
moist with terrified tears
and the desperate questions
again and again
and then over again
are repeated repeated
too many times asked
still unanswered