There is a greater weight applied by waiting
To the shoulders, heart and lungs
Pulling towards the floor and saying
No one can know what is to come,
Than the crushing force of tragedy
Grinding cheekbone to the ground,
Of news to home that one boy's body
Yesterday was found.
The waiting weight is fought against
Hour upon hour upon hour.
The mercy of the second kind is in its killing power.
The straining of the young girl's ear daily to the wind
Is only eased by news he's here, or will never be again.
-- Reiko Higuchi