Apr 2019
The maw of grief opens
Slowly, reeking
Of onions
Wet eyes blink
From the lost cost
Bereaved, we weep
Still, not yet asleep,
We sojourn here
Bereft
Slowly, reeking
Of onions
Wet eyes blink
From the lost cost
Bereaved, we weep
Still, not yet asleep,
We sojourn here
Bereft
