Hazel Eyes
Part Deux
20.02.18
By Sarah Sexton
“O Captain, my Captain”
My fb post
Political smoke
It was all she wrote
Society gripped my congenial choke
All my rhymes
All the time
Occupy deux tales
I’ll define the Captain line
One time
Read the rest
Decide at best
Deux words
Deliver a punch
Who’s my audience?
Me, only me
Interpretation twist
Hug, hug, kiss, kiss
Dead Poet’s Society
So near and dear
Robin the Great
Died by suicide
Died before fate
Like those babies
Life escaped
Studying algebra
In the Park
A mass shooting
Not guilty by insanity
The angry kill
Not the mentally ill
Children die, not destined
Words and respect
Read in that Poem
My gold daughters
The message
A mourn
The honor to
Children
Children in schools
Children in hospitals
Children on streets
Not immune
To think
My family escapes
A dreadful termination
Of.
My.
Love!
Scared as hell
To live that hell
The angry kill
Not the mentally ill
An elegy, a mournful
Mom scorned
Choking
White teen supremacy
Massacres on homeland territory
Was his skin his sin?
No that was Trey. Martin
Never gets his vote
Or blow out
Wishes for an 18th
Fatality
Brutality
Scorns my heart
Mind swirls
Where should I park
I’ll back in the space
Ninety degrees and
Start
At the beginning
Meaningful births
From my warm womb
Science behind
Babies instate
Our offspring
Beloved miracles
From above
Lucky to hold
Rediscovered nature
Love and Earth
Recognized my life
From your bluest eyes
Mine hazel, so rare
I am, you are
See beauty everywhere
The rain
The wind
Your delicate green kite
All dreams take sight
Why did those babies die?
Sidewalk chalk
Learning curve
You deserve your world
And a bit more
From leaders
Society
Media
Family
Abbey Row 