her one year old daughter died of a brain tumour
in the summer
and now she is utterly broken

"I have all this love for her, but it has nowhere to go.
It sits there and rots and aches."
she words to me
through trembling voice
and crying streams

I'm sorry,
I say

her husband watches on
now they will be forever distant and lonely in their grief
her grief outstrips mine
and all others

listen:
I have recorded the sound of Rachel weeping in the wilderness
I have seen Job cast greater doubt
the second time around
and I have grown weary of
John Calvin

I am William Cowper and Gordon Comstock
I am nothing more than soul and cock
what am I to say to this unbounded mourning?

It's just life that we're living,
don't you ever feel ashamed