Beloved Babies

Rwanda was a slaughterhouse.

Woke up this morning thinking 

About that blood soaked school

Of death and torture

Graduating class, April 1994.

Anitha tells of her cousin,

Delicate heel sliced with machete.

She falls, no place to hide.

Tall tree lasts a week, 

Chopped down piece by piece.

Turn your head now,

“Don’t tell me more!”

In the land of safety, these things don't happen.

In the land of plenty, this is not our human experience.

Only savages do that.

Flash forward July 2012.

Bloody theater Aurora, Colorado.

Orange headed clown with gun and grin,

Once known as Beloved Baby, soft and pink,

Now known in the world of darker names. 

From outside in

We blame object-

Gun, Parent, Media, Government.

We still can't see inside

The cavern where it boils. 

The heart of darkness is not a place

With borders and directions.

No geography really.

That map walks around on two legs.