a death is unlike a sunset
in its regularity, its finality,
the asymmetry of birth;
but in its pause, reflection,
impatient expectation, perhaps
a sunset is sympathetic to a death.
now imagine: three thousand sunsets a day
because a government does not care
to help, and makes us watch.
this is not negligence;
the problem with the system,
is the system.
the problem with poetry is how
it reduces the sun to a point in the sky;
the problem with data visualization is how
it reduces a life to a point on a page;
the problem with a point is how
it reduces grief
to an argument.
this is not an argument:
this
is a sunset.