All in black
Such an outpouring of grief
Vocal, physical, collective mourning
When did we forget to mourn?
As a country, as individuals
Where is my grief?
What do I mourn for?
Rarely it comes, but it comes in waves
Sobbing for what has been lost
for all of us, for humanity,
for that old man throwing himself
fn the ground over & over & over,
screaming and grabbing his head.
The loss surrounds us forever
As it always was and always will be.