Piece by piece my brother,
the children have fallen
to the ground;
searing the earth with their blood and bile.
Does your nose grasp that odor?
The fetid chemical aroma
of cutaneous cautery
at the hands of a suicidal man.
Tears shed by mothers and fathers
to absolve their son's
of their heavenly wickedness.
Do you realize that one day
everyone you know will die?
Memories of your time
on this swirling ball of gas
and organic existence
will for eternity be erased.
