My heart is half-mast always
Strung up grief
Sodden in persistent rain
for unknown faces lost
for wars and anniversaries and racism and disease
for the hasty gunshot and the meticulous bombing.
Newspapers pinwheel past me
Yesterday’s tragedy consumed the sky
Which is today lying blue again.
Open sores crust over
Throb settles to heartbeat
I sink to honor the fallen and become numb
My heart is at half-mast always