What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

One Week After

You Real American Patriots
--who aim graphic cross-hairs at the map of the United States
--who call for Second Amendment solutions to the democratic process
--who lobby to cut funding for mental health services
--who fight to make semi automatic handguns with extended magazines
readily available to all
--who remind us with your bumperstickers that the tree of liberty
must be regularly refreshed with blood

How do you feel now that that blood has been spilled
from the septuagenarian husband diving to shield his wife?
from the earnest young man who dedicated his life to social work?
from the federal judge who stopped by on his way home from church?
from the retired secretary?
from the church volunteer?
from the nine year old student body president?
from the duly elected representative to the U.S. Congress as she stood listening to the concerns of her constituents?

Now you have seen
what actually happens when
someone looks through real gun sights &
actually applies
those Second Amendment solutions.

What say you
now that the words
that you
so blithely spewed
have come to their
brutal fruition?

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