We Grieve Poem by Derrick Puente

Swept in like the Cholera
A balmy afternoon
Heralded by a foot soldier
Who knew the words of doom

The day begat a mortal blow
The lungs forsook the wind
To pacify the vile design
The apex of our Sin

Time was flint to valor
Nature had its way
Buckled erect shoulders
To lie down in the grave-

Of hewn earth made of the many
The multitude in Death
Who swept in like a whirlwind
And caught all in its mesh

Once we pass the living plain
All memories unweave
And though we are as vapor-
Still in this life we grieve.