The raw edge of grief
It cuts like a blade
And I catch glimpses of it all the time,
Almost out of sight
But it’s burgeoning at the walls
That bend out to touch me
Almost
It’s crawling under my skin
Settling in the back of my throat
Tasting like iron and salt
It might be over soon
We slave to create this,
Law and Order,
But
The ocean is impartial
Knows no mercy
Has no qualms
In its quells, rushing into your nostrils
Taking your breath
The earth will swallow you
Swallow us
Don’t pretend you are different
Dirt children, seedlings,
Dust to dust
Joy and Grief
We walk together
