Ears are for listening

Sounds of the wind 

Rain

And cries from the earth

Beneath our feet.

Hear their cries hear them now.

Gray hoodie

Dark blue pants

And black shoes.

Yellow tape surrounding

Black bag zzzzzzps shut.

Red the color statined the grounds that boy knew so well.

Hear his heart beating 

Listen while it stops.

That last flow of blood that no longer

Is coursing through his veins. 

There are shrieking cries coming from across that yellow tape.

A mother gripping her husband by his 

Shirt while he stands tall keeping them both afloat.

Ears are for listening

He heard the sounds of the wind 

Rain and cries from the earth

Beneath our feet.

He heard the very moment

When the guns that he played with as a child

Shot water are not shooting bullets 

And one landed right in his head

Ears are for listening.