Pretending innocence covered
in the raiment of spring blossom
and the earthy smells and flowery fragrances.
Striving to cover the shrieks of the
terror stricken – freshly made widow
and the incoherent cries of the babe in her arms
The cool breeze from the Mediterranean
toils to cover the nostrils with a salty camouflage
The stench of fear, pain, death and grief
linger on to soak one’s heart in despondent
grief of wastefulness of life and death
Standing beyond life and death
still by choice a part of it.
I let this seamless grief sink in
having witnessed the murder of
love, trust and the fundamentals of humanity
In the painful knowing that
elements more precious than life can die.
Grief, this seamless grief I make
my cloak to contrast
my blissful core.
Nov 11, 2017