The Rescuer
loosened by his near fatal misstep,
rocks, stones and gravel
plummet into the chasm with
deathly finality,
into what seems to be the very
maw of eternity;
with the thinnest thread of hope,
he seeks the faintest signs
from vultures hovering, gliding slow,
spiralling down,
their shadows on the precipitous
sides of the canyon;
it dawns on him that when the earth
finally claims its own,
one just has to let go, be he
a creature proud or low,
in life, nothing's lost or wasted,
dying's just time to go!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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