The tears of today/ Will put out tomorrow.

I’m trying to find well-written published poems written about police officers, or at least ones that might express some of the feelings of today.  I’m not having much luck so far, though perhaps I’ll find appropriate ones…or perhaps some will be written…in the near future.

Here, though I don’t really understand it on a conscious level,  is one that at least holds some of the general sadness and confusion. To quote Lauterbach:

The sound of the weather
Is everyone weeping.

Everyone is incidental.
Everyone weeps.



The days are beautiful
The days are beautiful.

I know what days are.
The other is weather.

I know what weather is.
The days are beautiful.

Things are incidental.
Someone is weeping.
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