...Or How the Greensburg Newspaper Pushed to Win

A Case Against A Case For Immortality,
Or How the Greensburg Newspaper Pushed to Win.


All year I have these lights strewn inside my apartment
To keep these closing walls at bay
Maybe, just a little bit, to light up my life
And every once in a while
I feel like wrapping myself up in the Christmas lights
Be it December or be it May

But now, when I fall upon these inclinations of pseudo-merriment
I step back like the wall to think about this sideshow town
To think about the girl who was murdered earlier this year,
Tortured, stabbed, (force-fed the nightmares of Dante)
And wrapped up in Christmas lights
Before the dumpster claimed her like a used-up and discarded clown

The gang of shaved-head              who victimized her
Those drug-laced illiterate prophets of stupidity
Found themselves safer in prison
Because the public grew ravenous and anachronistic
They readied the gallows, connected the horses and rope
Set up a memorial fund; one gunshot goes towards a better city.

This is what the world does,
And if you live long enough, you step back and step back
No longer can you wrap yourself up in Christmas lights
Without not keeping at bay the thoughts of all the lives
Not being lit up anymore
No longer can innocent quarks be thought of as minor eccentricities

Be it December or be it May

There is no rhyme and reason toward the end,
Unless if we step up anyway, reach beyond the crumbled lives
Embrace cults of compassion and empathy,
For, I know a term such as ‘humanity’ is too ambiguous.
I’ll rhyme again with the redeeming quality of man.

So, if you don’t mind,
I hereby proclaim that this search not fall in vain.
These days that shelter death not hinder our worth,
I’ll take the initiative and so take this poetry as a positive,
And with poetry comes great responsibility
Let’s light up the world even brighter; let benevolence reign.