Unceasingly Dripping Tears

Yesterday the sun was a brilliant
warming disk in the springtime sky
and beneath that life-giving orb and 
the ocean-blue atmosphere, tens of
thousands of people ran a marathon,
laughed and cheered, until two
cataclysmic detonations blasted the peace
and joy into a bloody wreckage of 
human body parts disunited from the
whole, spewing blood and tissue
of human life in careless contempt.
The carefully executed exultation of
death's boon companions. The Grim Reaper's 
busy collection followed by shocked and 
resolute responders, hoping to secure
life swiftly ebbing as all about grey ash
stifled the air, littered the ground in
competition with detached flesh.
Today, as though nature herself is
reeling from the madness of hatred
and destruction, the atmosphere mourns,
the sun hiding its face from the horror,
the sheltering sky dark with sorrow,
unceasingly dripping acidic tears.