Blacksburg Blues


someday it will be like all the others
a date and a story of once upon a time
we will acknowledge things
that happen are very bad
we will say that once America was
beautiful
that there was once a dream
that held folks together
it stopped a war
it became color blind
and came to understand
about difference

we will again bury the young
the youth and the future
in cemeteries across this land
out in Blacksburg it has darkened
to the tremendous depth of blue
we will mention words like
Columbine and Kent State,
Vietnam and terrorism, new catch
phrases about weapons
and old debates about amendment rights
while justice lays in a bath of blood
and silence remains a steed

who will you be? the advocate or apologist?
who will you ask to believe you; you unaffected
victims, you who stand to be listened to?
will we see it in God’s hands? will we see the childless
Christmases and Passovers
or the dry playgrounds and the empty bedrooms
photographs locked in closets and trophies stained
who will you be when the words Blacksburg or even
April 16th are said will you have to be reminded
after all the prayers that follow
and the tragedy insists
waiting for someday



April 17, 2007

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