I who stood on sand and said The God-word aloud in my shivering pride Watch mansion and turret rook beneath the tide That roars above my body’s fevers. 5 Instead of dwelling in forever I came to the crooking shore of here As the last darks broke and dawn recalled Heats that create the damned and the dear. Now cool and straight as eve’s dark grace, 10 Now lumped as fever’s lesions, I stand unmanned, unmade, in the shriving space— A shadow man born of shadowed son I who was sky and wind before the stars shone Before earth filled with grave and tower, 15 Before my star-marked unmaking stand Alone and voiceless in unsaying sands. Oh never again will I crawl into a star Or dawn across ages to a planetary birth. I am undone in both seed is and shared are. 20 I have no claim to make but death’s. The wry wink that fetched me manifest From darks surrounding shore and star Is no more an eye at last, at last And landward ho the shapeless foams 25 Remake my manless nothingness.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.