You burn alone

Measured you comes, controlled you goes,
like the river in winter so deep it slows.

Tread on alive yet inanimate,
masking well the grief you know.

The lips may a few words utter,
eyes, storm windows shuttered.

The feet don't shuffle, the bearing still upright,
tis the other who is uneasy, contrite.

But soon this guilt will turn on you
later all, but first a few,

you'll remind them of the horrors of yesterday,
when new celebrations are in perfect array,

no matter your loss is yours alone,
the hordes will want their clearance zone.

Tear it down this wall of steel,
show them how you really feel,

let there be a raging sea of tears,
the living are but heirs of fears,

Take the torch and burn down the city,
with all those whose eyes have pity.

As it is you burn alone,
long after you've turned to stone.