No Sun Today

No sun today
. Rain seems not
tears, but retribution
. All of us are victims
, none of us are pure
; none of us are safe
. Things are bad, and we
will not be comforted
. We’d rather re-watch
the tragedy, re-tell our
horrors, spew
about revenge
. We don’t want comfort
yet – we want vindication
, acknowledgement
, the nodding of heads saying
yes, this happened, and
it     is    horrible. No
comfort, not yet – we want
the mirror of our blood
and fear and agony on
another face. We have
forgotten comfort, how
and where to look for it