Jackals To Sandy Hook Poem by Mason Maestro

Slugs are stirring whilst
A conducted training faze
Surround the rural school and
Sheltered in an obscured haze
Worms writhing under light
They burn a methane blue
Dog fish breaking into mind
The dead eyed Lanza mule

Slugs are firing, pupils drop
across the corridor
Hear the wolves, the howling call
Beneath the daytime gore
The ones who write the tomorrow's scrawl
and charge a simple loon
Jackals burning, minds are turning
The world is turning too

A page from the bloody script
Take the hook of Sandy Hook
Has got the weak sheep swayed
The hatching of a duping cook
Ritual dance, the chants they call
Amid a mating tune
The writing on the jackal wall
For theirs, their time is soon