They Still Sing

for latjor, and those who cannot let go 

birds still flutter their wings and sing songs during minutes of silences for dead ones

worms still wriggle deep under the soil when the earth is shattered and you can’t go on anymore 

fish still swim, even when an ocean separates you from your loved ones

isn’t it lovely how the world goes on and on and on, despite heartbreak, mending itself, stitching itself together, righting wrongs? 

isn’t it terrifying how the world goes on and on and on despite heartbreak, mending itself, stitching itself together, righting wrongs? when you still haven’t moved on?

you ceasing to exist was the slap, but the sting was the worlds apathy

how dare you, birds? continue to sing?
how dare you, sharks? continue to swim?
how dare an asteroid not hit us again? it is inconceivable for the world to keep spinning, now that you are no longer in it 

do you think birds chirping happily during minute silences for Martyrs feel remorse for ruining the sanctity of human life?

birds do not stop singing for anyone. 

do not fret at the disappointment of your loved ones: birds will sing today, and tomorrow, they will be here for you still 

birds will continue chirping, long after I join the mass graveyards of dinosaurs and long after fish cannot swim anymore

we are so minute

and this

is not nihilism

this is

freedom 

because your mistakes are not etched into eternity
and your accolades will not be remembered, so if you won’t sedate your arrogance, history will, by forgetting you

take comfort: the birds will continue chirping tomorrow, a melodious tune

but not for you.