Flying
High over the trees
And striking
Clean through the hearts
Of the young boys
Running
They are running
Screaming in terror
Confused by the wrath
Of a God
Tearing
Straight through
And ripping
The flesh from soft bones
Not yet hardened by life
Falling
Hard upon the ground
So warm
Red and pooling
Soaking in deep
Wailing
Throaty and rasping
Keening to the sound
Of bodies thrashing
And convulsing their last
Silence
Quiet and still
Red eyes
Soaking in a red scene
Everything lost to hubris
— Columbine