Thirty-two died today
Amidst the swirling snow
Near a former drilling field
Thirty-two souls have paid
A madman’s costliest fare.
Shocked unseeing eyes stare
Tears fall and cries call out
Why here, why now, just why?
Instead of answers, silence falls
Along with swirling snow.
A bloodbath, the newspeople blare
The president sends prayers
Cameras are hurried to The Scene
Statistics unfold of other times
How does this compare?
Other eyes see angels’ wings
Amongst the swirling flakes
Other ears hear heaven’s hymns
The sweetest sounds they make
As gently are guided home
Thirty-two plus one new souls.
Go softly, early to your rest
God will care for those left behind.
Copyright 2007 Shar Hunter
