Elegy of the Dawn

For a dear friend who passed away due to brain cancer.

Elegy of the Dawn

 

Eagles break upon jagged stones

Far -- far below their coiled Winter nests,

And their offspring coo in bagpipe drones

As the grey clusters shadow the eve’s tarp.

 

Dost Thou bend thy ear untosuch tunes --

Far more mournful than cricket strings plucked

To the chords of the waxing Hunchback

As it’s harp song trails downy cloaked pleas?

 

Or hast Thou shunned the flightless specks

Caged upon the scarred Sycamore limbs;

Wee babes burdened by permeating parasites

Of Time, devoured by the termite Disease?

 

But lo’ they beat -- lacking primary strength --

Their curved skeletons unto the Almighty Thee,

Beseeching smoky heavens for twinkling symbols,

That beyond the bleak expanse breathes fair light.