Interrupted by Poetry

The nameless

The violent quiet dead in Dallas, DC, Philly, Chicago

Anywhere, other years even,

The ones that we don’t know

Not names or ages or who

They loved or who loved them

Let our hearts ache for them too

since we now sit sunlit in dark uncertainties of grief

Yes, throw in all the nameless

Who weren’t the final straw

Who didn’t break or bless our hearts

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