WANDERING IN THE DARK
Expect the unexpected. History
Is the Unknown’s fiendishly plotted novel.
Who would have forecast this Catastrophe
A year ago when life was liveable?
Lover met lover then, smitten at table,
Feasting on heaven bread and angel wine,
Smiling into each other’s eyes, unable
To tell if they were human or divine.
Where’s it all gone, the dream of love, the laughter
Frozen on lips that will never again
Kiss their darlings in the Great Hereafter?
Can this be hell, here, in this Pit of Pain?
—Tell me, my sweetly singing meadowlark,
What are we doing here wandering in the dark?