Your poem crashes me out of the air-conditioned comfort of my suburban home into a stark reality I can only feebly imagine. The emotions and images are powerful and well-expressed, Sean. I affirm you for finding your words and gracing us with them. Blessings and peace to you. Please keep writing. and... Thank YOU!

you write about the reality as you are deciphering it i guess. you said that really well, about the park turning into pieces of weapons. i also like the way this ends. i guess good things do happen to good people. thats a good thing to know. my guess is, that last part might be about the woman in your life. i don't know her, but i think i like her. anyway, i read this this morning and wanted to leave a comment but couldn't (and still can't) think of a comment that is worthy of this. my mom has multiple sclerosis which she starting showing symptoms of about 8 years ago. she had been normal all her life and then she started slowly deteriorating, then rapidly deteriorating. i guess it was quite painful too, in addition to the loss of her mobility. then when the disease stopped progressing, her body was still scarred from the whole thing. so anyway, she said to me one time, that it was like when a hurricane comes to town, then blows it self out. the winds aren't blowing anymore, but all the damage has still been done.