No More

Most important events occur offscreen
Or offstage

Even though a trail of blood may lead you
To a landed boat

You won’t see the perpetrator as he is
Carried off

In an ambulance to be interrogated
Out of sight

Or the thought shapes or histories that led him
To deliver

A package that disturbed the crowd in such
A heinous way

Wreaking loss and mayhem and twenty four hour

Even as the press converges in clear light after those digital
Distorted strobes

We will not ever know no never will we know what brought us
To this place

Of permanent unease even in a moment of triumph
There remains

These missing limbs this breath interrupted this construction
Paper message:

No more hurting people.