…does not bring peace to the mothers
A mourner’s shroud envelopes the heart
Decaying in a dark, murky place
Working …does not bring peace to the fathers
Clutching the chest with ancient bone
The constricted lungs snap
Weeping …does not bring peace to the sisters
The dam broken, Water rushes through, beyond
No cessation of movement
Silencing …does not bring peace to the brothers
Eerie white stillness clamors
As vacant, pointless, non-sounds shout meaninglessly
Sensation of life/death bridge the space between
Feeling less alive and more dead
Collective human emotion stored
On this day, history is made.
Oh, to this day in grief