News world or new sword
The news came and stayed like a drunkard
waiting for the payday.
The basics of playing out your respective parts
rendered in reversible recapitulations
just did not work out the worldly way.
What you two came through was
none too easy to forget or digest if it is
the correct way of asking who did it.
You exited the evening’s portal
to exist on cravings of the wayside
which was simple enough like a sudden
death, or perhaps like a random gift
or a colossal shift of moorings.
What would have counted was a
little thought wrought on solid strivings
though as tasteless as a nasty gnat.
18 Jan 14
NB: On a philosophical note on receiving news of an unexpected death.