Its getting so routine
the murder of the innocent
weeping, eulogies, mountains of flowers
quickly forgotten in mere hours
alone in their bed
a last image on Zoom
tears and words, shed and unsaid.
Staring at the pile of bills
doesn’t make them any smaller
shuffling the envelopes
doesn’t get the mortgage paid.
Out of work for four months now
running out of unemployment
must apply for food stamps soon
get the kids on Medicaid
Gone through all our meager savings
raided our retirement
nothing left for son’s tuition
siren call of Army Strong.
No longer feeling like a man
can’t support the wife and kids
ashamed to have to call her dad
“Can we come and stay with you?”
Not morning in America
but mourning in America
for we are weaker sicker, poorer
incredulous, looking about, shaking our heads.
wondering what has happened
to our people, to our country
Not even thoughts and prayers are tweeted
for you see, everything is fine.