LETTERS TO THE DEAD: FOUR

#Never Again
(for Parkland)

After hours of “Oh”
                      and of “Of course”
our possessions
                      of air
                      of all discourse
grow alien to love and light.
Oh, let our hour be
always ahead of one’s “off
     with you” or a gun shot
                      through a cosmos
without us.  Our lives,
a simple bit of 1 or 0,
caught in the arc
of again and again.