Is to ask tantamount to
wringing the kids' necks?
What is over the next ridge
is also before it, apparently.
A scattering of dead kids'
parts and ridge things.
And we in this, trudging,
are trying to make a small
concerted statement
in honesty like: "I loved you,
once," or "Even through
everything is dead, we
last," but comes out
as "Always," or "I
am still very sad
about this after
a long time."
