(& the Innocent Pupils murdered before, between, and since…)

No beauty can flow from
your sacrifice. none

no poetry can purr. no
goodness can come. but curses &

hailstone and fires can flare.
judgement can fall. and brimstone

as well. your dreams interrupted
are lacquered forever but

your killers are dead. they were
never alive. their vision

of hate, of religion is
dead. their humanity, dead. &

their sentence is sealed. no
beauty can flow from infanticide

none. but judgement will fall.
on this pillow, sleep