Killing Love Poem by James McLain

When each love is over,
Who is too take the blame?
And if still young where do we go from here?

Wearing white for a funeral and black for a
Wedding and throwing green rice I hear.
The city is burning caught fire and the country
Is rural but somewhat still brutal inside.

Homophobic nationalism consumes the small minded
People progress it seems can't evolve.
It's the screaming that I cannot stand and must hush
What is said dead inside.

Dancing alone,
as the fanciest cars go by.