The Deaths of Others
The Deaths of Others
Here come the deaths of others —
The wildfire one valley over,
The wreck you rubberneck at,
The friend with the incurable kind.
They come to you, these deaths,
Over the blue hill of the day.
They come from as far away
As you and they were when
They died, which is to say, not far.
If they seem tired it is only because
They carry their lives in their arms.
Terrific