On A Tragedy In Connecticut Poem
By Bill Grace
In the face of madness armed
I will howl here
As one who has known guns
Yet come to fear violence
Age and God’s grace
Forming this peculiar vision.
There is a bottom line
Technology is not neutral
War’s dead and suffering testify
Technology is not neutral.
Hunting deer
With ball and powder
Is not the threat
Though I enjoy vastly more
The pleasure of watching them
Than eating them.
Technology is no more neutral
Than a bolt slamming into battery.
The dead sing this
In choruses from their graves,
If we can care –
understand
what this means –
We can hear their song.
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