Alongside Each Other
Mar 18, 2022
If you live long enough you start collecting ashes.
The length of life is but the width of lashes.
Living alongside those who’ll leave,
For a fate you’ll never deceive.
Marches fall silent along your way,
Giving unread words the last say.
Dreary, flat skies of white,
Hang over souls waiting for flight.
We’re waiting; waiting for word, waiting for more.
A dull infectious death; grotesqueless gore.
Getting up in the morning is a stolen choice.
To hope is cruel to those who lost their voice.
This is all we have; this moment, this now.
To live our answers to the why and the how.
