After the Kill

Tears spill

from the eyes 

of the kind,

even those

not personally 

involved.

All over

the world

they spill

for all

that is over –

life –

stopped 

by the blind

hater.

I 

don't 
cry – 

find

no tears 

left 

to spill.

I freeze,

still

hating 
guns.

Prompted by Quadrille 11: spill at dVerse.
Responding to the shootings in Orlando.