Grief
rears its head
roars thunderously
makes itself known.

We
howl like a wounded beast
bite and snarl
all teeth and nails and spit.

If only
we knew what we were mourning
then maybe we could let someone close.

But this grief.
arrives with no warning
it settled in with no explanation,
we suppose
it must be our inheritance
it comes hand in hand with our sense of hopelessness