an answer

everyone is looking
for fair
it's not fair
they say,
this thing that
happened.
why o why
was it me, or her,
or him.
why so young,
so beautiful,
so promising.
but there is
no fair.
it doesn't work
that way.
there is no
rhyme or reason,
that we can
fathom. no justice
that we can
see.
if there was
the priests and yogis
the spiritual
masters
would be running
through
the fields with
an answer.