I’m not sure if I want to understand hatred—
murders on the eve of a day for remembering the dead.

I haunt a social media page and see nothing is normal
18 hours after everything was fine. 

There is no easing into grief,
no matter how long you fear needing to preemptively. 

There’s just hours spent prepping activities for a closed bar,
and multiple sets of years accompanying souls to graves,

not getting spent at all. 
Decades of joy disappear from earth’s future—

like a time traveler
came to the past and sent our present spiraling

wrong. But I think that it was actually
just hatred— the epitome of how things 

oughtn’t be. Humans playing god, 
denying each other’s divinity.