Twentieth Eighth Day Comments

The skinny line you used for this poem makes me think it is a symbol of the endless course of time passing (at least until time runs itself out - if that is the fate of time - we don't know it goes on and on and on ad infinitum or if there is a predetermined End Time) . And the events which are chained together and follow each other relentlessly are horrors to behold. Is there an end? Is there a turn-around? Can we effect any change? Your poem does not address these questions. It leaves me, the helpless witness, without HOPE.