Casey says:
"I’ve been trying to wrap my head around recent tragedies plaguing my home state and this poem came to be."
An American Circle
Lower the flag- Half staff- Again.
I can't recall The Last Full mast.
Tragedy after Catastrophe starts To bleed together: End over bloody End.
"Thoughts and prayers"- Once a communal trope, Now an empty gift Colloquially used 'Til the next, "Thoughts and prayers".
I wish this ended here: Resolved. Pleasing to the pallet, But it's a big bitter pill Hard to swallow, And we do- Month to month Year to year Loss to loss.
We've confirmed to a heinous cycle, With word and gestures recycled.
[Read from beginning, until broken.]
