We get up.
We dust off
the night’s horrors.
We go to work
and do our jobs
just like before.

My heart aches.
I feel like I
will throw up.
I can’t make sense
of anything
anyone tells me.

How could we let
this happen?
How could we be
so wrong?
This is a wound
that will not heal.

We go to work
and do our jobs
just like before,
like nothing
ever happened.
We go to work…

Syd Weedon
11/6/2024