Glimpse of a Hairline

I step out of the shower and wipe a lightly fogged mirror
Checking my hair and skin against the tyranny of dry air
Here and there my hair has grown thinner
A shallow sadness settles on me like dust kicked up by a sneeze

Sadness tinted by joy that I may be sad
Joy tinted by a distant mourning
For those boys who joyously sacrificed their lives
For
Ideology
Profit and prophets
A paradise they will never see
Treated as expendable while their hearts burned for truth
Mourning
That they will never step out of a shower and between drying thigh and groin
Suddenly notice a spot in their hairline that has grown thinner