Through our funny little logic,
the sun went down to rise again,
to something different

What did the frame contain? 
900 deaths today,
you say
Hurray...
but 
death every day

Let us halt the scaremongering scoundrels,
polluting the streets with cruel howls of anxiety
for you are letting the tabloid sun brighten your day

Forget not,
how the moon danced
in its own exosphere plane
the old soul did not fatigue

Now you,
In your stoic form
we won’t forget 
how the ground felt you move,
birds heard you cry,
trees saw the joy

How much?

Who cares? 

It was all there.