It’s easy to see the beginnings of things,

not so easy to see the endings.

With eyes like cameras,

the silent guide

can tell you things

you will not believe.

We look at each other and

confused by grief, cannot see any more.

The explicable has ended…

inexplicable things

lick our cheeks in the dark.

These moments of utter sadness,

come from a glimpse

in an old news clip,

some passing moment of

gracefulness that is no more,

swept away and lost.

We lived through the crumbling

of the walls, so sudden;

that brief, shining moment forgot,

and ‘mere anarchy

is loosed upon the world.

An age is ending.

The center has not held,

and a beast, roused on its slow thighs,

slouches again toward Bethlehem.