Charlie Kirk Poem (Sadness)

 Charlie Kirk Poem (Sadness)

By Chris McClelland

 

His name meant “church” in Scottish,

Oddly enough for the man who stood for God and Country,

Faith and Family,

Pick your sound bite.

 

He was killed literally in my backyard,

Little old Orem, Utah, Family Town, USA.

He maybe thought, that September day, “How unseasonably hot,

for the Mountain West,” as he was struck him down.

 

Leaving forever unanswered larger questions and dying dreams.

Down the highway, they called it, DOA,

And closed a too brief chapter,

A historical footnote.

A very small ER in a small suburban hospital

Growing, now, on the move, new buildings going up everywhere.

While all the Talking Heads fight tooth and nail,

Left and Right Extreme, I recall Donne’s words:

“any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde,

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee.” 

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