I saw it was dawn
but it looked more
like the end of hope

you don't know
how loud
a childs laughter is
until
you stand in the place where he used to live

the sky split open that morning
and something holy
crawled out screaming

Nothing
will ever
wash that day
off the earth

grief is not a season
it's the color
the soul turns
when it knows
it will never be innocent again

grief
is a country
no one should ever
have to learn
the language of

if there is a god
he left that day
with all the shining lights
their names
still hum
in the bones
of this century

I believe
some silences
Will never stop echoing.