You watch, eyes wide open
From high above, from your perch in heaven
At the mountains of soiled tissues
At the endless soundtrack of sniffles, wails and frustration
As we ruminate over what peace you are feeling now

Really, is the peace you have now
All so good
It was worth deserting
Your comrades, everyone
Just to experience

Mere acoustics, or
Foam or chipboard walls
Cannot block out the endless litany
Cannot filter nor firewall
The grief, oh! The

Grief, showing so plainly
Upon each and every upturned tear-stained face
All we can do
Is remind ourselves
Of the peace you have now