Oh the glory when he took our place, but he took my shoulders and he shook my face - and he takes, and he takes, and he takes.

There are some emotions
that don’t have words
And others that don’t even have sounds.

Like when the mother of a murderer
and the mother of the person murdered
sit across from each other
in a crowded courtroom
and wonder how.

Adding/Subtracting by Dallas Clayton