On Today's Tragedy

life was just beginning
and the morning smelled clean
with the wind's assault
on the permanence of buildings

"good morning"

and watch the lives
stepping into the world
open their mouths
and exhale

one last time


how could this happen?

I remember drinking
pomegranite juice
for the first time
on the second day
of spring

today
Hades opens his door
marching to the world of man
with a distant sadness
befitting an old god

this time is different
greeting Persephone at the scene
he sees her lean over
the dead and kiss their cheeks
with stained lips

I will see you again
as the leaves fall
and the first frost
greets the morning
with a shivering breath

and until then
watch the world
mourn the seasons to life

how could this happen?
even Hades asks himself
as he saunters away
after giving Personophone
an old, knowing stare