At A Loss For Words - Poem by Francie Lynch
For all you've done and said,
The care and understanding,
All the unsaid and undone
Makes my response sound trite.
I could paste wings on your photos,
Create an award in your name,
Establish a child sweatshop,
Radicalize the altar boys,
Trade up to a sniper's rifle,
Join a Cartel,
Put granulated sugar in your tea,
And even then,
After the fire,
I'd be at a loss for words.
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