Major Minor

Has minor become major as blood is to be found on my head, my hands, my feet? Has major become minor as I discover the blood is not mine but shed from above, from another? Has minor become major as I feel chastised, having to witness another's suffering, though not my own? Has major become minor as my happy heart ticks like a clock that clicks like that heart? Yet does major not persist as major, minor as minor? Am I not one of them, quaffing from a goblet in a common grave, sharing others' joy while feeling their suffering? (May 2022)