What if?

The unthinkable is becoming normal

- curse my pliable mind, which

to each loss adapts, yet mourns

and asks 'What if?'

'What if you wouldn't have,

what if you would have.'

Yes - what if they would

all have had a chance and lived!

This mind of mine, it moves on

yet a chain connects it

to each loss, each world

splitting mistake others paid for.

A rusted chain, a so far endless chain,

pass the deaths and graves and indignities

heaped upon those I was meant to help,

not pass in disgraceful, cowardly silence.

I wonder how long it shall go on,

that rusted chain, pass how many mistakes

and deaths and injustices, until all taut

it stops me for the reckoning.

06.07.2017