Overcome by grief, we withdraw into a cocoon
by John Sensele
Where we blame others for our loss
Resembling people less than a raccoon
Who gathers no moss.
Overcome by grief, we wallow in self pity
Where we gain nothing of value
Veering away from humility
Making ourselves more and more blue.
Overcome by grief, we sink beneath our dignity
Where we lose more and more
Indulging more and more in vanity
Until we score a sores that snore.
Overcome by grief, we mess up our environment
Where we repel sources of succor
As we lament and cement torment
Because we nurture ribald rancor.