Poems for Trump #43 Quantify

Quantify

Its hard for me
to quantify
my loathing
of the NRA,

but one example
comes to me
like Sherlock
and his enemy,

at Reichenbach Falls,
Lapierre and I
would tumble
into waters raging
foamy white
& crashing angry,

& in his ear
I would whisper,
as my clutch
it grows yet tighter,

the names of all
the fallen children,
sisters
brothers
sons
& daughters,

Jenny,
Patrick,
little Michael,
Darnell,
Malcolm,
Sophie,
small Tyrell,

and when I'd
reach the very end,
I'd begin again
my tragic list,
all interspersed
with curses true
with damn
and damn
and goddam
you!