With You and Yours - Whitman Style Poem

O powerful western orb of orange menace,

How you proceed to and fro on this day of much sorrow?

 

Have the pangs of the bullet casings against the ground, amongst

The torn sinew, within our thoughts, through bone, life,

Death, roused you and yours from sleep?

 

Our prayers are with you and your family.

 

O mightiest western hand of orange menace,

The work you invest in safeguarding you and yours,

Us and ours, theirs, you and yours truly, is not

Overlooked; we see your hard work, it is

Transparent, so clear, such void

Of errors, all refutations must be fake; how you suffer;

Our prayers are with you and your family.

 

I loved well the people felled by the pangs of bullets,

I loved well the idea of them living tomorrow too; O

I loved well the safety I am afforded by your hard work,

I loved well

I loved

I know well.

I know these ruminations share a hearth in your orange menace,

As they do in our universal sigh;

Surely, for if it were otherwise, it is transparent it was fake.

 

It is not upon you alone the red splatters fall, or else,

Our prayers are with you and your family.

 

O affable body of orange menace,

How weary we become;

Let us sleep, as you have allowed Texans and Ohioans to sleep;

There is appetite for control you proclaim, how clear and transparent,

Our prayers are with you and your family.