Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?