Poet’s Corner: A Hail of Lead


A Hail of Lead

(After Sandy Hook)

By Barbara Peckham

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

Are for killing?

Barbara Peckham has lived on Martha’s Vineyard since 2001. A retired teacher, she has published two books, “A Jar of Summer” and “Sing Spring.”