AMERICA (Lives Paid For In Bullets)
By Joe Musso
every mass shooting is prophecy for the next one
there is always a next one
bright yellow ribbons up and down my street
wrapped around telephone poles
hugging trees
one spiraling free in the breeze over the Bay
and silence, nothing but silence
thick in the throat
heavy on the heart
a moment of silence
a thousand
a million
endless moments of silence
soon there will be no more noise in the world
no more voices
the bodies are piling up
smaller and smaller bodies
younger and younger bodies
tiniest caskets for us all to fit in
and plenty of room for more