Tragedy drains the pallor

of gaunt, exhausted faces

looking downwards into a nothingness –

They continue to search

for what they have lost

but they don’t know

what they lost anymore.

And the sunrise blinds them to the dark

for only a moment and cuts

serrated lines across brows

and in the corners of eyes –

Lips parting to breathe in and taste

the light, a sweet warm

dripping light that washes the dust

from the backs of their throats

and makes them forget

what they were looking for.