Sorrow, I sense it like a
Wind blowing through me
Loss, I smell it as I
would smell the decay of the forest
Terrifying twins of affliction

How can we even speak about loss
How we can lie ourselves that we grief
before we can understand what loss
and grief really is

Mother, how you suffer!
My lover, your tears in rivers!
Mother, send your children to perdition!

We have forsaken you!