One Heart

One heart beats,
To the clicking of the clock,
To the clicking of,
The trigger before the silence falls,
Like drops of ice-cold blood prickling the air,
Still waiting for an answer.

One heart beats,
Louder than the screeching crunch,
Of broken-glass windows,
That cut open the sores,
Of Dallas, of Orlando, of San Bernardino,
Of those ripped away—gone;
Sleeping in the dreams of,
Another world.

One heart beats,
Despite the panic that seeps,
Into the ground, like rivers of blood,
Roaring;
One heart beats,
Against the emptiness that crushes,
The world into the pressing question of blame,
Haunting;
One heart beats,
While others die,
Lost in the terror of boxed-up corners,
Restraining;

One heart beats,
But it is not ours,
For silence falls,
When the world forgets,
To speak