Mourning

Today I'll put on
     my mourning face,
wear black - tie and shirt -
     and pull my green Irish jacket on and lace

my shoes tightly to avoid
     tripping over memories in the street,
of falling into the arms
     of furies that beat

any sensitive soul,
     And black I'll wear
for the dying and the mess
     we've learnt to bear.

The only norm we can be certain of
     below the moon is homo sapiens sapiens...
          and the changes we have spawned
and a mourning immortally immense.

© R.G. Bishop