While they were up there

God took them home

Not to be taken as a platitude

Anger remains below


Confusion, aching concern

Managing all that’s in

The brain and

The human heart

That breaks in the world


Around, while more loss

Is measured out

And poured over like

Ashes, reminders that peace

Is not on board

Above or on the ground


War of attack

War of flawed things

The first mark being profit

Safety will never work as second