I pray that the bullet that ends you
flies swiftly through your tender body
that your soul escapes before it’s
too severely scarred
I pray that your classmates
can sleep through the night terrors
that numbed memories and misfires
spare their molding minds
I pray that your tiny ghost
haunts the halls of the White House
that the sacred second amendment
is seared with your smiling face
I pray to every god
of light, and wisdom, and peace
that this prophecy
may perish in your place.