Before the fact, before the act
Before the yawning grave
Before the dreaded phone call
Before the broken wave
Why isn't there a word
for the grief that comes before?
We asked around for water
Before we felt the thirst
We must have had suspicions
Before we knew the worst
Why isn't there a word
for the grief that comes before?
There's a shadow on the mountain
and a storm out on the sea
There are crows on every corner
calling raucous prophecy
Why isn't there a word
for the grief that comes before?
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Monday, March 16, 2020
Grief: deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.
Labels:
blues song,
plague journal,
poetry,
song
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