Einstein reads the letter
torn and stained with blood
received from the German front line.
A black hole in the beautiful fabric
of the universe he has woven.
He thinks to himself:
But why, but how?
She stands outside the funeral
of those killed in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing
dressed in her white maid uniform
left arm across her waist
right hand gently touching her lower lip
blank eyes staring off into nothing ask:
But why, but how?
The young man sits on the hospital bed
a terminal judgment delivered.
by doctor with expressionless face,
in monotone voice that says,
"Go home and prepare."
The young voice pleads:
But why, but how?
Way up on the mountain,
in a tree succumbing
to bark beetle blight,
in a high branch,
sits a bird that sings:
But why, but how?
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