Bodies wrapped in the wind.

Emotions tormented, Scrutinized, memorized, and laid out 

like tarp over my front yard. A need for change but no 

change is seen. Candles lit in vigil...when will the flame go out

Tired of the names in the paper, t-shirts in remembrance.

FLAMES OUT. OUT!

We're moving out. We're being extinguished out.

Layers of flowers, laid grounded like apple orchards

on a wistful fall afternoon. Clocks rounding the corners,

slowly, deliberately. Time running out...We're running out of time.

Ticking time bombs. Change is now.

Painstakingly needed now.

With newspapers in hand, crisp t-shirts worn, tears stricken with 

emotions on blood soaked streets.

Memorized...Tormented.