For Paris

Morning, afternoon, night.
Another simple day –
tail illuminated by happy street lights.

The bustling of a culture world re-known
The music of a language romance has found
The passing of mundane time
The breathing of life divine.

A sudden explosion
A terror alive
An unforseen invasation
People die.

Loss of life.
The anti-thesis of divine.

This is not okay.
Someone please take this moment of history away.
Where families are thrown into the hot hands of grief
And cradled in loss without relevant relief.

A deafening scream
A weeping team
A dismantled security
A restless popularity

Tonight, the world’s heart
is with Paris.