The
bullets were faster
than her children.
Their
dying was
slower than time.
The
pooling blood
redder than rubies.
Her
arms around each one
stronger than love.
Her
tears hotter
than the desert.
Their
last spasms quicker
than hummingbird wings.
Their
death rattle
finer than dust.
Her
heart emptier
than darkness.
The
moment longer
than memory.
The
memory faster
than bullets.
T. Patrick Donovan
is a doctoral student in Depth Psychology and is concerned about the state
of the world's soul. He can be reached at:
feelslikerain9@yahoo.com.

Other Articles by T.
Patrick Donovan
*
The Violence
Of Hypocrisy
* Kinsey:
You Never Know Where the Visionaries Will Appear
*
America Going Over the Falls
*
Hoodwinked, Snookered and Bamboozled: The Triplets of Democrat-ville
*
Poli-Sci-Ops, Or, Where Did That Speech By Al Gore Come From?
* The
Seduction and Recruitment of Progressives
* "Anybody
But Bush": The Big Abdication
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