Fate Delights to Thwart Us
By Robert Russell
A year and half a million gone
the past drifting into the darkening distance:
Waking to the pealing of bells,
seeping sunlight and laughter,
beams, beatitude, beauty
standing before a shore of possibility
tasting the sweet promise of better days,
prospects sparkling in the sand,
in each grain a glimpse
of health
of wealth
of love
of life
but Fate delights to thwart us
A year and half a million gone
the present floating into a faithless future:
Waking to the tolling of bells,
rolling clouds and weeping,
darkness, depression, death
kneeling before an ocean of devastation
drowning in the deluge,
droplets drained from dried ducts,
grains washed away
aspirations aborted
savings spent
families fractured
relationships ruined
a nation’s apathy on display
white sheets, shadows of the sanguine,
eyes grayed by anguish and tilted towards vacancy
hearts hardened by deafening silence
silence amplified by the abrupt cessation of sound
will it ever dwindle? or will it ring through the decades,
an immortal echo of senselessness and shame?