Two Tragedies

Two Tragedies
their sadness cutting lines
in a pavement walkway
between the front door: a grand entrance
lain with gold
and the dank side door
I bet it opens to basement stairs
blank stares
on those lined up to go down
indoor outdoor carpet
low pile
many a deep-creased brow
same down caste eyes
disparity of reason
their sadness cutting them apart
a mingling in the front
a line down the side

One a funeral
dress blues
the other a soup kitchen line
I wonder how many veterans
in each?