An elegy

for Charlie Kirk

In Memoriam 
for Charlie Kirk

Under a technicolor Utah sky, in the clear September air,
in the commons made uncommon, a man spoke 
through riptides of Babylonian confusion, and he spoke 
with the light of the Word of Life, and that light 
dispelled the darkness that cannot comprehend its truth. 
In the clear air, the bright and open air, a man spoke—
and as the sky cracked to silence him 
how many mouths gasped at once, a terrible hush 
like a rogue wave crashing. But he was not silenced. 
The assassin slithered into ruin. But he was not silenced. 
His words extend now into time, in concentric circles, further 
than before—and further still. Martyr for truth, and in truth, alive.
America, may the Holy Spirit inflame and guide our tongues, and 
let everything that breathes praise the Lord. 
Let everything that breathes praise the Lord. 
Let everything that breathes praise the Lord.