The Death of John Fitzgerald Kennedy

The day eternity cracked

The brooding mind of Malcontent
Has struck upon the land,
Delivering death to every heart
That harbored hope in man.
Then - - left to linger in a void
Our need to comprehend.

A dirtied nation, lesser now,
Consummate in grief,
Lays beside a casket cold
The crucible Belief.
God Himself could not impart,
Nor time, nor faith, relief.


When, on November 25, 1963, the people of the United States of America laidto rest
their 35th President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, they buried more than a man.
They buried – for all time – a previous state of mind.

Poem by Kevin Thomas Sullivan
Design by Christine M. Lemay and Kevin Thomas Sullivan