When Death Comes
It's so far
from what
you expect:
the difference
between
a "heroic battle"
and
an actual blow
to the face.
The pain:
so blindingly
sharp
and vicious,
meant
to wound in a way
you will never forget,
change
how you breathe,
leave the hollow air
reverberating
with shock.
Even when you know
it's coming,
it arrives
out of nowhere:
so quick,
so uncalled for,
such a terrible
gulf
between before
and after.
by American Poet Joyce Sidman (b. 1956)
from her book What the Heart Knows: Chants, Charms & Blessings
Poems for Memorial Day
P.S.
June 17, 2015: In Memoriam for Victims in
Charleston, South Carolina
How Long Oh Lord?
See also
"Day of Darkness"
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