Grandfather
Where through swollen sheets
The blasts of light springs fort
And death shall have no kingdom
In this sorted breath upon my veins
Though cold heart stops and cold fingers, also
Gleaming strands shone in nightfall
Upon the graves of our fathers
For pages cannot atone
And bird will not sing
In earliest morn the saddest day
The sweetest falling graces Jerusalem
As I ponder amongst my cement city
Speeding along your fancies
Of simplest things you found joy in
As for myself, heaving madness
Rushing the sulphur left in crevices
To speak quiet unto dying light
Raging against the crushing door
Beneath one’s feet
The all-encompassing gap
That springs flowers, stones, and water
Glimmering while men spatter
In temple walls
And do not gently go
Treading finest thread
To love yet love not be forgot
Though we shout like sirens in the hallow
Our voices be as whispers in the ear
And as my heart leans on you
You hear my cries as your own
Men die in their own time and die all together
A star shoots like arrows in my spine
Priesting the steeple of my ferns
Towering my low height
The spiraling resound of temporal
Chanting bleed my satin ears
I cannot grace my feelings
Into sensible motion
Just ramblings on a silent page
To wish among clear skies
That spread remberences of your tender face
But you, Grandfather
You, in your quiet power
All goodness when good bones were few
Shining eyes and glints of hope
Resound in your image
I see before my face
Though all is forgotten, wish not a grey tongue
That weeps in every sinew of action
As I may scream to heavens
He was heaven-grazed
Though you are in the earth
As my driving force,
Driven green as the blasting of roots
A rushing waters
To flow all creation ever-continuing
A silent stone
Wise and brilliant, lasting the night
But truly, you were a ephemeral light
Blighting dark shadows, where light was none
Bless you in your quiet
That haunts will not come
But you are there
To love, and think of, and dream on
In ages to come
Our minds will hold you through our griefs
As a prayer book
Held close and ever glimmering
Like a vanilla sky just beyond the horizon
