Untitled Lament for the Dead

Untitled Lament (A Poem)

When these things happen,
politicians and people make vows.
Never again or Never forget
and this is the truth about
human nature:
we mean to mean it.

Today come the tears of our leaders—
political, religious, influencers.
Amplifying voices and vows,
(which the years prove as
fertile as South Texas hardpan)
we forget the parents waking
to a new world.
This world: America,
where the demons of
ideologies spill the blood
of babies.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
pray for us sinners,
for us vowers.
Holy Mary, Mother,
pray for those parents
whose babies,
when faced with the
business end of our
had nowhere
to run.