my heart is half mast always

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

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