Tuesday, 20 February 2018

A Familiar Truth

For so long as the NRA
controls Congress

With its pumping





Corrupting souls
Buying silence

Innocents will

continue to die

From high-powered
Weapons of War

Bought in America

like a bag of groceries

from a grocery store

While Wayne LaPierre

Scribbles his want list

for Republican

Bought and sold

baby-kissers counting

their bankroll gore.

If Congress had lead balls

in its hearts, brains


If images of dead

school children grew

so palpable, so intimate

That their fever

opened a passageway

To eternity and back

Would the madness

Stop then?

Would lone wolves

Still sing their rancid

Noteless songs

A Witch’s Brew of shrill
staccato tempo


Pigeons intheblinkofaneye

That numbed ears
don’t see anymore

That tastes forgotten

and too familiar


© Gil Hoy

Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who is studying poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy received a B.A. in Philosophy and Political Science from Boston University, an M.A. in Government from Georgetown University, and a J.D. from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared, most recently, in Ariel Chart, The Penmen Review, Right Hand Pointing/One Sentence Poems, The New Verse News and Clark Street Review.