A Hail of Lead
Blood can be bleached
From the weeping floors.
Broken glass replaced
In the gaping doors.
But today in a school
Where children played
Innocence was lost —
Mourning came to stay!
At a school near a wood
Wails for children dead,
For teachers gunned down
In a hail of lead.
When will we learn?
And what will it take?
How many need die
Before we awake
To the fact that guns
Kill.
Barbara Peckham has lived on Martha’s Vineyard since 2001. A retired teacher, in 2011 she published a book of poetry, “A Jar of Summer.”
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.