matter,

does not exist,

frayed and torn,

it floats away – carried by a breeze (nonchalance)…

 

and so goes care!

but no flags at half-mast today –

no 21 gun salute –

no requiem uttered from concern…

 

when did we wake from dreams – not?

who snuffed the fire of dignity?

who tolled the bell?

I’d like to think some recompense –

some – salvation –

some – hope for this mankind…

but all I find –

tentative bridge spanning the chasm – deep –

one footing missed –

and all is lost;

indifference,

shallow grave –

and no one there to mourn!