In Exasperation

Open the news paper 
and find out that war has a set sequence 
of going daily, 
and has a negativity. 

The physical shock, when 
the earth trembles. Your body 
becomes stone, hairs stand. 
Light breaks through the twisted limbs. 

I don't love the ritualism. 
Time will not stay for you. My life 
becomes your life. Sod 
will receive the ashes of rage. 

And you will delete the 
presence, the touch, the dust 
of departed fragrance. Once upon 
a time, death used to be a song.