And Now It's My Home

Now it's come home.

It's a numbness that has become

far too familiar.

The rounds after rounds of gunfire 

 played on a loop on every channel

 hour after hour.

Because of a connection, I knew last night

the numbers were far higher than were 

first being reported.

I want to go give blood but cannot.

I want to scream for this all to stop.

It will not.