On the Side of the Road
By BloodBrother
On the side of the road,
there is a shriveled strip of wood
with a written message, that addresses
concerns about the distresses
caused by an adolescent's death.
There is a stone-gray memorial
that speaks out through its one
disclosure: he died slowly,
alone, and fundamentally unholy,
when no one claimed his carrion.
There is a worn-down monolith
with an epitaph; a pillar of
proclomation, shedding light
about a fire that killed forty-eight,
just two weeks ago.
There is a despondent significant
other who sits and thinks good
thoughts. There is another living
soul, who's short-lived, unforgiving
happiness was abruptly shattered.
There is a microcosm of the death
that is seen every minute of every
hour of every day in human life,
reminding you how common strife
is, and how compassion is honorable.
