Consolation

 . . . and then we thought

lots of people are gonna

die because of this

and then we thought

but everybody dies and

then we thought

between sips that

in this case

we have no choice

about what to do and

those were the words

that escaped our lips

late that evening like

immigrants crawling

hungry and alone from

a tunnel at

the guarded boarder of

a broken heart

and a heartless world