where the markers lie flat
side by each as if open to all
that miss
their loved ones;
Those others
whose potential
has been forever dimmed
Then finished—the
balance tipped
to the dark side
The senses shrouded
as they need accept
Both they that
no longer breathe
and those that grieve
There is a fearful synergy
in that and no way
To edge away from it
nor tip-toe around it
either —what was former
is now always...
