Tanya Lowe's Elegy

You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness That so befits what logics to your destiny weave For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness Where death draws the line, And purposes find terminus And we a quick, withered gust To its vexing carnal fate resign While amoeba dares the boundary we cannot pass And earthworms wallow above our graves in grass. O Tanya, I would talk to God for you, and ask him Why you had to be murgered in your youth, I may But cannot tell which way your feelings, it is a dim Realm without news, and you may there, rather stay Where security bars do not fail For murderers and murdered, keep Alike the common pillow of sleep And nothing changes where prevail Death upon soul. But what rightt even then that you Should one day keep company with murderers too? It was the Sabbath, and all the angels that around us Share the worship of our hearts, how did they Lot alone Beheld in peril, did they not hear and join your chorus? Since stars are only burning gas, and not jewelled stone What other myth of man must fall What other thing have I now to know That misplaced faith may bring no woe When sorrows chain the back to wall Take them all, Lord, except the truth of your soon coming No other hope is left when earth about us begins crumbling. ii Tonight the light left the stars Ashrouded in dark veils of sorrow Neglecting callous clouds, and spars Yearning against damocles tomorrow, Agrieved my heart for a young life lost Lady woman, I conjure her majesty Orchid unseared by sun or frost Winnowed and wilted by a tragic end Earthly fragrance flood heaven again Farewell, sweet teacher, hush to sleep Anthems from your voice hold memory Resplendant while yet bereft we weep Evincing faith in the cold claws of misery Well you made your example yesterday Elusive mortality, how you discomfit us Levelling us in our glory to common dust Litany now, ye angels, bring Christ and his day.