I have no misgivings
That Life is for the Living;
Go forth with your luminous
Lustrous and flourishing
Heart! You are the beginning
For so much cherished and loved.
There is nothing so urgent
As the higher sirens unencumbered
Proclaiming emergencies above.
You are the dock leaf
To my meadow-nettle sting,
Salve urticarial rashes;
You are cotton-light soul
To fill such holes
Within my spirit-dwelling;
You are in my tested toll
And heavy eyes at nine o’clock,
Drifting asleep in the old armchair
Where once you sat and sang to me
Until the next alarm. Know this:
Just because I am gone
Does not mean you are lesser loved –
Do not believe all you are told,
Do not descend a buried half;
Do not be deceived
By pre-constructed episcopies,
Do not settle for their losses;
If something is free
Then you may be the product
Of consumerist albatrosses;
And when the expurgating racists
Run our ruinous parliament
It’s time to move abroad.
Life’s a little better unscripted,
A little less choreographed
For the garlands in your heart;
Regardless, I cannot yet
Apologise for the pieces in our
Backwards path those others broke
So long ago, a squandering,
Anonymous in their parts
And we are stranded, poles apart.
Another ending is a start;
For eternity you will be
The finest creation I could conceive,
Yet Death again is stalking me,
And though I called numbers
Their manual did not include
My quicksand thoughts, and I
Become his maddening habit,
He takes comfort in my residency,
The rest is just formalities.
I cannot forestall the inevitable,
I cannot distract tomorrow
From chasing the tail of
Its sadness in gardens of
Summer sun-drowned lambs;
All I can do is remind you of truths
Ever preserved in this poem,
For how proud of you, my son, I am.
❤️
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