In Death comes doubts about the morrow
What happens next besides the sorrow?
The balance threatens without its checks.
Survivors gather to search what’s next.
Designers hawk competing plans.
Some winners, losers, also-rans.
Reconstruction is such daunting charge.
The hole’s oblivion is so large.
To build upon the emptiest lot
Will space fill easy or will it not?
The straight frame forward has unclear marks.
Clarity breaks, tomorrow shoots sparks.
Adjacent is faint welcoming door
Open it gently, tally its score.
Fear not vain questions, doubts of morrow,
Seek the shelter beyond the sorrow.
