Do you want me to tell you that the
sky looked like a gaping wound,
and that the blood had colored
the river red?

Oh, I have a photograph that
shows that much.

Do you want me to say that it looked like
a gash the world could not bind up, and
that millions are screaming in pain
every day?

Let me show you today's newspaper.

Do you want me to describe what
my heart felt like when
Burr died last year?

There's nothing I can show you,
because night fell.

On the Sudbury River
October 31, 2003

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