once a safe haven, where one could bare their sexual dog gone boon just one moment before mass hysteria and hubbub ripped cocoon where majority of patrons comfortably displayed gender preference a goon forever shattered safe haven of Pulsations Night Club where on June 12th, 2016 - forty nine lives affiliated with LGBY Community bayed at moon for long lost loves rent asunder when barrage of gunfire took down light of high noon draping mourners and the forty-nine victims – viz broke kin brethren (quaffing from same cistern), now a ruin swath of irreparable grief, when healing if possible may NOT be very soon. immediately once horror abated questions without answers, and speculations sprang amidst frenzied fray whereat no choked back voiced opinion sufficed to explain, how and/or why hay wire loosed gunmen blithely emptied high-powered assault weapon – may hem immediately loosed with instinctual brave action heroes did play last card to save life of her/his partner – when bullets did spray from assassin - guaranteeing those in cross hair, when deathly hallows came their way. those whose physical injuries recover, versus casualties of battlefield slain haunted (maimed for always) per that incessant and unexpected fierce rain of leaden slugs that stole dearly departed – planning to pledge troth now train of misery – eternally tracking survival of body, mind and spirit – when as if a major vein corporeal being in shell shock - hemorrhaged wound time will not wane. this poet lives far from madding crowd, yet my psyche impinged from shrapnel of terrorist act a silent benediction in tandem with this poem – my head lowly bowed.