After two days of sun
Spring brought the snow
To blanket your ground
There were no mourners
To grant you the dignity of grief
They mourned instead fresh lives
Lost in mountains far from here

Their silent weeping mocked
A history rewritten for our world
Modern, media rich fascination
With a past that glances back
At events that never happened
While the stream of things
Buffers and splutters on

If you had been there
I would have known
Instead we watched alone
Wrapped our grieving into
Blackened and darkened hearts
Until the silt of our tears choked us
And broke our sorrow into tattered rags