To try is to take a stab, To take a shot. We want to find who made us A slaughterhouse, A rhetoric that works in red. We teach children: Leave a mark on the world. What leads a man to shoot up Souls but the desire to mark Up the globe? To scar it & thus make it his. His intention to be remembered, Even if for a ragged wreckage. Kids, unmark this place. Leave it nothing Like the one we left behind.
