(Remembering Teacher Megan Lambert, 25, and three children murdered in a mass killing in Oregon.)

Three shots of whiskey.

1- I did cry for strangers. Someone killed beautiful faces.

Someone killed our children and a wonderful teacher.

Just babies in life.

I can’t think, I can’t write.

I can just pray for the families.

They won’t see the beautiful faces of their children, no-more.

2- Tonight I am drinking the whiskey alone.

I pour three fingers of the Irish whiskey.

I tell the night.

I hope the people murdered,

I pray they found a better place.

I drink a finger of the whiskey.

And I tell the night.

I don’t understand.

3- I look at the photos of children and the teacher who were murdered by the gun.

I raised the second finger of the whiskey to the sky.

I asked God. Why?

They killed babies, just beginning their lives.

I drink the second finger of the whiskey.

4- I can’t write, I can’t think.

I feel helpless.

I raised the third finger of the whiskey.

I drink the whiskey and I tell the quiet night.

When will we learn?

Every life is so important.

Please spirit of life and death.

Tell the beautiful children, tell the kind teacher.

We remember them.

Coyote