To the legislators with guns for their gods We’re all just houses of bone and blood Held together by sinew and skin The glass that keeps the wind and rain out And all the comfortable furniture in A rusty nail could do it A piece of popcorn gone down the wrong pipe A hurricane or tornado A hunk of metal fired from a barrel We spend every waking moment and Our sleeping ones too worrying Our babies’ fragile houses won’t return to us one day Whole, together, in one piece We send them out with only our love For a paper-thin armor wondering if they’ll someday Be shredded into shrapnel left Behind by someone else’s anger Where is your heart Those ribs embracing everything inside you Are the same as every other body’s here. Amanda Cook (c) 2022
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