I passed by the factory
twice yesterday, on my way
to brunch with a friend.
It's not that I was near death,
but that we're always near death
and must somehow still live.
These terrible tragedies
are happening daily,
wrenching families apart,
bringing grief to a whole town,
to a nation.
But it's not enough grief,
evidently,
it's not enough suffering yet,
to move back from the edge
of the abyss, the place
where we lay down our weapons.
It's never enough.
We always want more.
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