- The world carried on as if nothing had happened
Just like the day my brother died.
He was young, a teenager; that morning he was alive; by the evening, he was gone
I was waiting for something as bland as my carpets to be cleaned
Do not let this happen to you
Yes, I know you must make money
And then what?
My father died 26 years later
It was after an optimistic April
The afternoon was strewn with hopeful clouds
Much like today
Nothing appeared different
Except it was-
For instance, it isn’t April;
The sky was blue though
Oh so confusingly blue;
I think Yoko Ono would like that line;
I wonder, do you think she can see John’s epic Sci Fi song, Imagine in all this; as I do; when I’m feeling optimistic? because some people are paying attention-
And yet not everyone-
To some people a death is only important if it is happening to them.
Hemingway and Donne knew differently,
Did you notice how the sky was so blue in every climate-strike video?
Much the same as in April. Except it isn’t April. No. It is September-
In April he was alive, lively and wishing me a happy birthday.
From the affable style of his writing-
Artistic, arching, optimistic even…a letter, penned in April, full of allegory; true-
But I opened it in May…