LGC

The light rises and

The darkness, it disappears

Love enters, hate leaves

When friends start bullying

When children start polluting

When everyone is taking

When neighbors start killing.

Maybe that’s when

Friends should start listening 

I can hear the party still going 

starting in the kitchen,

spilling into the dining room 

and out onto the deck 

I hear the sound of fizzy champagne filling crystal glasses

The snow was melting

when you talked to me

when they talked to you

when we stood with them

and their thinning perfume

their black backpacks

their straightened hair

their plans of the ride home.

Blood spills onto our streets too much.

The streets were once safely kept

but now they're permanently stained

with cries, sirens, and death. 

The harrowing cold of the family house,