ode to Marko

a grey Moon
far above grey clouds
fails to lift
my spirits on these
grey days

they blame you
for the heavy toll
land rippling
seas boiling
buildings crashing down

far away
quiet devastation
is brought into my home
as I struggle to breathe
heavy with sorrow

and I learn this grey morning
in this shortened day
that my friend
lost his father
so I blame you Moon