Dead

      What has life's bitter disappointment brought
      Laid in a narrow, breathless bed?
      Shall we curse all our drunken, muddy lot
      Lain with long bones of the dead?
5     At the end of a rifle or parting stream
      Pursued by a pursuing dream
      Man wakes up to find his enemies again,
      The end of dreams, and all friends dead.
      What stays hid in the marrow there,
10    Thrust deep underground?
      Things purposed in the unpurposed air
      Die when those men are dead.
      Whether father or brother still pursue
      Their work, or others' work, I do not know;
15    I read it on a narrow, upright stone
      Cast by the long bones of the dead.
      Fathers sacrifice long-loving sons
      To a nameless, breathless bed;
      Stand we under an island sun
20    Or lie with long bones of the dead?

 

From the collection "Unimagined Things"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.