Orchestra of Goodbyes

The DNA
oozes from my eyes
as I watch you lie,
stiff and sticky fluid
on the ground.
Someone snatched you up.
Someone snatched you down.
Someone stopped you,
from coming ‘round,
before you had the time to grow.
And the air is siphoned
from my soul
in some strange symphony of letting go.
This orchestra of goodbyes
resonates like the bloody baying
of the devil’s hounds
as I watch you lie…
stiff and sticky fluid
on the ground.
And the DNA still oozes
from my eyes.
This was life,
before the bombs came,
and the carnage tore us apart.
This was life,
innocent melodies mixing hearts
like a cocktail of breath and love.
This was life,
before the heinous shove
into the darkened street
of death and hate.
And the drums beat a rhythm.
And the strings scream like sirens
we want to deafen.
And the DNA streams from our eyes
a matching tone
for this
Orchestra of Goodbyes.