Wind

the tragedy that was yesterday is now so far away like a wind blowing runs passed you never knowing where it'll end up or where it will go all you know is that it keeps blowing and where it ends up, you will never know the bells you hear sounding so near now extinguish and are now replaced by silence of those lost a terrible cost of human tragedy that was never meant to be the flags on the poles are now at half mass and the question of why is the question many now ask still, the wind blows right passed you as you stand there silent where it'll end up where it will go is still the one thing that you will never know