Manchester England May 22nd 2017

Explosions rocked Manchester Arena
after finale of Ariana Grande concert
where just moment before avid fans
of this idol did cavort and flirt
shattering poignant moments,
when one than another attendant
did amidst helter skelter yell and blurt
now treasured musician forever linkedin with those killed or hurt
by Salman Abedi as Isis peck fist bumped the devil,
gloated, and rejoiced while taking stock of the carnage
wrought by sprayed scattershot shrapnel, he stood inert
proud to witness handiwork and grievous fallen english dads
children, and Bobbies armed to the teeth – on high alert
for suspect hell bent on wreaking heartache
with swaths of bloodshed staining the dirt
many severely wounded requiring immediate intervention effort
and quick reflexive protectionist instincts
rose to the fore buckling to save a life
more precious than spun gold or jewelry coated gilt
prioritizing human bond, and appalled and those un-necessarily kilt
to appease fiendish, ghoulish and hellish primary business
for mortician perhaps named milt
preparing the slaughtered victims –
some draped in a comforting home made quilt
where veritable soul asylum family, friends and strangers tilt
their head down inconsolable sadness (as tragedy hits me hart)
affecting an impulse to wilt

vis a vis
for such inexplicable wanton zealots to puncture potential peace
and slash societal fabric, which merely articulates greater violence
a curse to render utmost loss terminated
indiscriminately robbing kinfolk –
perhaps and uncle, aunt, nephew or niece
more valued assets before natural termination of chronological lease
upon another casket with the Union jack
folded atop adorned with flowers tucked inside a cease.

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çhåråc†e® ske†çh øƒ m円hew sçø†† hå®®is! ™Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great He kind of resembled a misshapen octopus with oval pate Glowering inxs of deep purple from blue mood being irate Thrust out the womb of Harriet Harris whom Boyce did date After courting this youngest Kuritsky kin whose ill-fate Whisked by grim reaper, which demise she did hate For her being imbued with vim and vinegar til illness ate Away her je nais sais quois personable maternal trait Evident during my boyhood reflected by her son of late As he too inches closer to his mortality and Hades gate Aware that each day ought to be cherished as the rate Of time courses down zip line where grim reaper does wait Attired in brand name hoodie swinging scythe across oblate Spheroid i.e. terrestrial firmament – though years some great Yet to be lived – trying to re cap cha childhood bliss b4 freight Train on a collision course toward self-destruction ala tete a tete With Anorexia Nervosa as thy then coveted deadly mate A brutal hellish spiral down in2 abysmal depths of despair did create Indelible psychological affects undermined existence I now equate writ horrendous emotional, physical n social gouge within pate Pledged troth ('bout 2+ decades ago), which spouse oft times berate For lack of expressed concern and attests schizoid psychic slate irrevocably seared and stunted natural development where I rate prepubescent, early adulthood mental illness did grate Against once boisterously playful innocent boy crushed potentate Only male heir from me deceased mother who tried to extirpate Mailer daemons who forged suicide pact and via voice did dictate Albeit without success, yet decry forsaken innate Experiences with female relationships off viz poisoned bait!
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