Monday, September 13, 2021

epitaph

After all these long years

your bones gone to ashes,

this strong drag of dusk

across the garden of your faith

swaying, a pall still

your long absence 

addressed in this wasteland 

still reeling from loss,

incense aimed toward the gloaming

rising from the column where

the flag was flown 

so long ago when you

walked the world

without a want for words.

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