122012

it should have
could have
would have
been a joke

crudely played
but forgotten
after a few days

it should have been
a day of
joyous celebration
but it
turned to a day
of

quiet deliberation
of prayers said
desperately
screams kept
in the confines
of rib cages

phone rings,
breath held
regained
when the news
is docile

maybe one day
our breathing will
become less shallow

and we will remember
the role that fate
plays

but for now
it is reality,
unchanged