An Anniversary of Death He too must with me wash his body, though at far distant time and over endless space take the cloth unto his loins and on his face engage in the self same rising as I do now. A cigarette lit upon his lips; would they were mine and by this present moon swear his allegiance. If he ever looks up, see the clouds and breeches in the sky, and by the stars, lend his eyes shine. What do I care for miles? or rows of friends lined up in groups? blue songs, the light's bright glare. Once he was there, now he is not; I search the empty air the candle feeds upon, and my eyes, my heart's gone blind to love and all he was capable of, the sweet patience when he put his lips to places I cannot name because they are not now the same sun shines and larks break forth from winter branches.
fr. Ace of Pentacles (1964)