A BONE TO PICK

A BONE TO PICK

what you said
on TV months early
if not sanctimoniously
then with astonishing conviction

I sat on your front lawn
my campfellows battling
to resurrect children
fitting mashed
body parts together

I sat there Googling
desperately for
a technology of salvation

when the ghosts of those
slain when you made
your case
that for reasons of
defensive measure
the slaughter
must continue

marched up silently
to your front door
informing you
ever so
ever so
politely

that if
could spare the time
they did indeed
have a bone
to pick with you