Lost Ones

Looking backward through our archives
shows how soon we will move on
Grow fatigued of graphs and figures
that we’ve heard and seen so long.

By the time that true accounting
is unearthed for us to see
We’ll be on the next agenda
in our sketchy history.

So I write four simple verses
for the ones that are denied
The simple dignity of counting
in our losses nationwide.

May the twisting of the figures
and refutal of the right
Never hide the human tragedy
of those we sadly lose tonight.

Or wait?

When dampened ambition wanders aimlessly in sombre dreams, pursued by hallucination, consternation on its brow, dark thoughts invading aching minds,

will we stamp, dress in falsehoods, denial and blue light, scream it was never so before, anoint ourselves with indignation, become restless and uneased?

Or will we listen to the earth,
offer what we can, and simply wait?

When strong friends turn inward,
holding grief like a missing child in arms, rocking through the days, repeating self-affirming words without conviction, crying for lost loves in the night,

will we unhitch two metre swords, armour up in mask and gloves as if to run the rascal through, dancing with our glancing blade to music from slippery silver tongues, rage flashing in our eyes?

Or will we listen to the earth,
offer what we can, and simply wait?