Tough skinned senselessness
Comes to a screeching halt,
Holds us in its headlight’s glare.
Numbing needles,
Potion of modern-day gods,
Dry-up sorrow
On the brim of a mother’s eyes,
Drown grief
In a father’s throat.
Young girls muffle their cries,
Men swallow their anger
In unspoken deference for the irreversible.
Frozen in the grasp of sudden tragedy,
We dare not ask,
Only whisper,
The cruel,
Unanswerable:
Why?
