The biggest shocker, show-stopping,
nose-bopping hurtlocker of these latest years
is a flash of news that unscrews
every piece of wooden furniture
in someone's chopped up past or oh-so blurred future.

I've noticed people around me dying
long before the scoops rang ears, as early as when
I had these nightly, lightly fantasized darkness lurking fears.
It is only now that I am grasping what that all entails.

Everyone is suffering in ways and more or less.
Everyone gets cold no matter how much coffee
they daily hold
up high, before their noses and then under.

I'm guessing everyone was, as well, at one point
scared of thunder. Right now you'll say you're not.
But when it strikes the coffee will, once more, be way too hot.

People are dying. A lot of them for nought.
Right before I do, I'd like to say I'm happy with
for which of all the sides I fought.