learning

the teachers here in

oklahoma,

the teachers out there

in west virginia,

the teachers out west

in arizona

are showing

all of us what

we need to see.

the trillion dollar

machine

that grinds up hope

and buys up votes

and stalls all change

can’t drive over

self-sacrificing people.

the future is bright,

not because the right,

but because of those

who stand in the way.

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they hold it,

the silver lever.

the white coat man

says, ‘Now.’

we feel the shock

in our guts, at

our fingers tips,

charging our eyeballs.

everything smells like

burnt hair.

those around us

scare us.

‘Why? Again?

Why again?’

smoke clears.

sparks dissipate

out our soles and

find homes in our bones

and blood.

i see you and remember

what we share.

you smile.

i smile.

the white coat man

says, ‘Now,’ and

they slam the lever down.

problem solved

federal money for guns in classrooms

so the pigs on the hill can appease

ol’ wayne lapierre.

 

federal money for guns in classrooms

so the likelihood of accidents can increase

to an even more absurd degree.

 

federal money for guns in classrooms

so that when a gun fires in a first grade classroom,

it’s not the only one.

 

federal money for guns in classrooms

so that public schools are so terrifying

no one sends their kids inside.

 

federal money for guns in classrooms

because, as adults, this is how

we solve problems.

 

there is not enough bewilderment

to fill this senseless void;

the place we’ll bury the

dead kids we failed.