First thing yesterday:
news of death
from a land far away
came across
on the radio-waves
death in a mosque
resonates with a
personal death here,
closer to home.
every death resonates
with another.
a symphony of death.
the day was in tune:
raw
cold
bleak
gloomy
a total slog.
the day seemed like
just another mourner
standing at the grave.
yes. it was that kind of day.