Poem -- Newtown, Connecticut

Newtown Connecticut

“Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes Doug E Fresh you’re on.”

I used to believe that six minutes happened so quick

Like whatever was done could be unfixed

a trick, a smile, some clever lie

all can be unhinged, you’d be surprised.

But in Newtown I realized

I was the lie

We were all undone in a click-click-click

 not so slick

 in that six-sick-shtick

now we are scarred by the images

scared of our image

we are primal in our damage,

angels turned to savages.

I want to understand this,

comprehend the pain

but we are left with remains

of shattered dreams and brains

this alongside of my caged-in rage

thump thump pumping, keeping me awake at night

my powerful words were powerless,

raped by shadows and fright

I remained paralyzed through the night

I was helpless and dangerous

I couldn’t trust this

sadness, like rolled up flesh, balled in my fists

The Mayan calendar was off a bit

overpredicting how long we would exist

Our innocence was murdered on that Friday morn

now we mourn

 for every child to be born

we are zombies at the carnival

clowns in the cemetery

hit the switch so we can end this song

Six minutes, six minutes, six minutes Doug E Fresh

they’re gone.

12/16-22/2012

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