For the Earth Gives Not it’s Dead Up

Silver grey clouds in slow motion

float across the horizon as

stairways of light force their way in between;

a once spring blue day is

transformed into an overcast omnipotence;

dark-barked sentinels with multi-shaded

green garments form wind gates

as they sway back and forth,

yielding not their ground

nor their dignity;

the sun’s warmth melts our determination,

the rain steadily beats against our wills,

as we, at last, honor a nameless hero

and

all the forgotten battles

and

all the forgotten wars

can now be glorified

in history books

written by the victors;

The silver grey clouds in

Fleeting columns

Float aimlessly…

The spring day returns…

Dark-barked sentinels remained transfixed;

Who will we replace when

it is our time to go?

May 28, 1984

Memorial Day