Laurie Wood
I’ve seen death only on the news,
And now I’ve seen blood and grief.
What am I to do with these deaths in my head?
Make room for them—
Make room for puddled blood
Preserved, reviewed and edited.
Make room for a nameless victim,
A numberless victim,
Another prime-time newsmaking death.
What am I to do with these deaths in my head?
These monstrous preludes to my dreams.
Make room for them—
For on anniversaries
I am reminded with footage
That children burn and young men bleed
And women weep,
With me.
Laurie Wood
