My grandmother was an orphan at 40.

And I cannot begin to understand the gravity of that

Until I reach 40

And thank the good Lord

That all my grand parents are still living.

If all goes as nature intended

I am still two generations away from

The angel of death.

And life is not going as nature intended

Parents are burying children

Left to fend for themselves

While madmen enter their schools.

And child-sized coffins are not made in bulk.

Aren’t we grateful?

And that creates another crises

And good people step up

To make the boxes.

And I am holding on to the hope

That good people

Will step up next time

Before we need the boxes.