By Frank De Canio
We offer prayers for the man who murdered,
breaking the bonds of love and trust.
Taking arms against his brother,
he stands with bloodied hands, accursed.
Paying in kind the one who murdered,
in likeness to his mindless lust,
we bear a kindred guilt, like brothers,
and grind salvation in the dust.
We mourn again, now two men murdered,
with incense rising from the dust.
Arm in arm, they ascend like brothers.
Newly born, may they mourn for us.