devastation

If I am walking through a landscape littered with the debris of a cataclysm
and I have survived
but others have not...
does that make life bitter
and death somehow sweet?

no...
but the dead are on a clear side of justice
and the living waver
always
thinking

this way
or that

do I save life
or destroy it?
with my actions/inactions/words/thoughts/intentions...

and it is a landscape of litter truly
no clear order or cleanliness to guide the eye
and to still the heart's echoing
question

Why do the innocent always seem to suffer

and if I am not suffering, am I

guilty?