A Day Of Pain

A Day Of Pain

a light does shine on a well in a field. There is a shadow that stands there within another. Behind them stands the shadow of yet another fallen and the they stretch for miles and miles. Two towers fell that day. Two trillion people fell in the last four thousand years. Too many lost and all for what?


tears have shone on the faces of every evidence of mankind. They leave a shadow of pain on the face. That shadow stays there and is the most difficult stain to remove. It stretches for miles and miles since the day two creatures crawled from the muck and mire or were placed here by gods or other terrestrial peoples. Two people who did not get along and their ancestors who still are not getting along. For what?


on a curb there sits children playing with shiny cars. They cast a pleasant shadow on the concrete. One a male child and one a female. One black and one white. Another child steps up to play, he wears different clothes and his skin is brown and he brought along his friend with the darkest straightest hair she could see through her own squinty eyes. They sit and talk about school and teachers and cars and playgrounds. They compare mothers' milk and fathers' growls. Too many people walk past and don't even notice. Too many people don't get the message. Their shadows are lovely.


in a bed in a hospital lies a man who fought three wars. His wife passed long before he and her shadow is no more but a memory. He weeps because he should have been first. Then he cries for the men and women he has lost. His friends shadows are gone, one of his sons' is gone and he begins to see the impact he has had on this world. His shadow is fading and he weeps louder for the mothers of the sons he and his buddies killed. His shadow is nearly gone and a man appears by his beside. His enemy, his doctor. And that man casts a looming shadow over the ailing man and grabs his hand and smiles and tells him he is a good man and he can let go. That man was also his friend, Soon one shadow will no longer be visible in that room.

my shadow is small today. I am hunched over in heaves sobbing for all the hurt. The Earth won't cast a shadow this day upon the moon because she is hunched over with me, crying. May it rain and cleanse all the hearts. May the winds blow and clear all the minds. May we all be able to lift our heads to whatever gods may great your conscious and feel righteous again, as we once had, so many years ago. May our shadows be strong...

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.