Vigil
(On the shooting death of the precious nine-year-old in Tucson)
A poem by Richard McCann
Tonight a thousand Cactus Wrens are wrenching;
Painfully uprooted, they abandon their roosts within the great Saguaros.
A deep, hardening frost unknown before this moment to the desert,
unknown by them,
Has compelled their kind to seek survival elsewhere.
They wonder as they wander
Weeping for their children, in this stillness, in this alien cold.
Tonight I will, with eyes wide open,
Merely mimic the possibility of sleep
And beg the all mighty Colorado
To wash away the blood-red streaking across this Western sky.
Music by Thayne Martin
Well done Richard, thank you for your words of remembrance.
jessicatogami 1 year ago