eats worms: randomly reiterating redundancies

13/03/04 12:30AM

It happened one cold March night
Across the street,
four doors down
So close.
The worst moment of a life
Inevitable, unrevokable
A man yells, broken
"Why?"
I sit on my porch, weeping
tears of understanding
of comprehension.
Finality.
A woman weeps in the distance.