June 12, 2016

While I Slept

While I said good-night to my guests, laughing
And looking at the half moon through the tree branches overhead

He was dressing for the onslaught
Under the same moon

And while I was putting away the left-overs
And loading the dishwasher

He was checking his rifle and gun
And counting his ammunition

And while I tumbled into sleep
Tired but happy from the evening with my friends

He was on his way through the dark street
To the slaughter

And while I slept…
I cannot say the rest.