By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: September 6, 2004

There are those who
Are in a state
More terrible than you or I
But do not understand
The beauty in tragedy

Our fate
Let’s assume
Has already been thread,
Spun, and cut

And where will you be
When your wife betrays you
For your son’s suicide
When all that you held true
Is broken
Again

Believe in the beauty of loss
A universal bad first time

And, friend
Everything seems to fit
Neatly
Into place