can it survive
where is it
in the deaths
of Martin Richard
Krystle Campbell
Lu Lingzi
where is it
among the twisted, torn
and broken limbs
the riddled bodies
the amputations
in the aftermath
of tragedy
in the bloodied fingers
and knees
the held hands
in the resounding anthem
at a hockey game
in the act of a new Pope
cleansing and kissing
the feet of men, women
and Muslims
is it in a prayer
sent out
across a violent sky
to the imagined
face of God
and in a Neil Diamond song
or in a YouTube video
of a dancing queen
is it found
in other countries
where bomb blasts
are as ordinary
as thunder
and hunger
where resignation
would be
easier
can it be found
sometimes
in the wrong
places
in the midst of carnage
and crying
blood and glass
after the
unfathomable loss
shock and senselessness
will we pick the bones
of grief
to find it
there
Barry DeCarli
Aril 19, 2013
©Barry DeCarli 2013
