April 4 Poem

Today more than 60 people were gassed to death by their government.
I don’t know how else to put it. At least 10 of them children.
I didn’t want to hear about it either.
I wanted to pack slowly, choose my favorite things to wear on the trip
(dresses because it’s spring), read about the occult and
Alistair Crowley, but the knowledge is like a chemical reaction 
between two elements: it can’t be undone.