I think I am going to be off. Sorry about that. The real number will be in the hundreds. We just hit 41 today. <extreme sorrow for women and the rule of law>
Forty one brave souls who are willing to die for ... What?
Think about it.
die for what?
Die. Dead. Die. For what? When Will I die? For what? Die. Dead. Gone.
for what?
Dead.
Why?
Does poetry have room for this? The why and where of death?
Why?
dead
dead
why
what
Will you? Can you? do you have the guts to spread a big red streak across the street where they hit your car?
courage
why
what
will
you?
For what?