Afterloss by Sabra Jones
Let me mourn in peace, oh world,
Hold back your calamities
And the fall of mankind.
Keep close the end of days
And hidden, the great heavens.
Close the gates to my small home
Allow no gale, terror, or ghost to pass
Make the sun stand still
And the clouds hold in place.
Oh world,
Give me space.
To rebuild, first I must ache--
To grieve that which none should lose
And none can replace.
To reckon this new emptiness
And grow used to this bleak hell.
And what do I miss to such a degree?
Why, myself.