The Great Grief

The great Grief A black man was leaning his head against a wall crying Other somewhat whiter people came carrying flowers. a day of mourning not for frolicking On the other side of the river, so many deaths and A princess was murdered in a tunnel. Mass grief I was caught up in, full of sadness eyes Full of tears, I dried my eyes on a laundry slip. On this day it was allowed to cry lest some should Think one was overly sentimental and embarrassing Passers-by. Meanwhile, I have a mental picture of some strange People, on the other side of the river of sorrow. laughing And pointing fingers at a gloomy sky.