The Defrauding of the Worms

The ashes of the years diffuse in dust, Their motes exuding mauvish glow That alters gray to black. But I’ve no trust In Time, that cut-purse thief, who robs us so. For, grave ward borne, my gathered decades shorn From off my limbs, my soul but cuts adrift And cheats the maggotry of Death. Forlorn And cheated, Satan rues my flight! Christ’s gift Of sweet perpetuation foils those worms of Earth Who rend my flesh when nothing live, lives there. My human husk decays…to ‘wait rebirth. Ethereal, my soul’s exultant, where Abide infinities of angels…white And efflorescent…beaming lucent light.