Five Days - a poem

Five Days

In the distance
looms fear as a fog
as a lulling
of tiny movements
he has so far to go

He brought an ax
a song and a heart
for he was told of
bridgeless rivers
voiceless birds
and of her void

On the first day
he walked with purpose

On the second
he bridged the rapids

On the third
he voiced the birds

On the fourth
she stole the heart
he carried

On the fifth
the heart
that carried him

Another vain boy
she thought
to feed my void

And she sat down
sadder than before
to see this truth

Sadder still
for fresh vessels
to cup her grief

September 1996

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