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. 10 What stays hid in the marrow there, Thrust deep underground? Things purposed in the unpurposed air Die when those men are dead. 15 Whether father or brother still pursue Their work, or others' work, I do not know; I read it on a narrow, upright stone Cast by the long bones of the dead. 20 Fathers sacrifice long_loving sons To a nameless, breathless bed; Stand we under an island sun Or lie with long bones of the dead?
From the collection "Constellations in December"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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