When Greyness Rains Upon My Battered Man
When greyness rains
upon my battered man
And brings to light the
scars after my youth
I shall conclude my years
a buried plan
Or wait for death to
sprout the blessed truth.
A lifetime shall I wait if so
alone
To grow to youth again, a
child anew
If life replaces death and
skin, the bone
As forever and hundred
days too few.
When hundred years
become as broken wings
In timeless mire,
dissolving man to myth
The scentless buds of
words, unspoken beings
Are laid to chide and man
to slumber-pit.
When greyness rains
upon this youth of mine
I shall deprave myself of
praising time.
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