I GRIEVE LIKE I DO MANY THINGS

I grieve like I do many things
Quickly and intently
Until I realize how much of life
Is really grieving
And that is why
I can even feel at all
The happiness I stretch out
Until it threatens to pop
And be nothing
The richness of life
All clear to me
Because of the depth
Of sadness
Not only I have felt
But those that came before me
Deep pits of sorrow
Filled with now forgotten people
Rolled in and covered over
With the dirt of modern oblivion