Shout

everything falls down at some point
just stops
and falls right over
the little boy's ice cream when he licks too hard, dying in the dirt
and he weeps
the grey-haired lady, linoleum unforgiving beneath her broken hip
and her family weeps
the newborn robin, half-crushed on the sidewalk, empty eyes unblinking
and I weep
blood dripping from a young man's brow
and
God weeps
all broken
but not hopeless
tell the boy, the gramma,
shout it at the birds in the sky
He lives!
He lives!
He.
Lives.