Farewell To Funerals

Farewell to funerals

The bitter respite,

And evaporating port,

Bearded with glum mists

That blur mortal lines

And tarry long to sigh,

Before the dizzying spires we climb

Lead to the tolling bells

With brusque finality,

As death is left pouting behind,

Between Jacob’s abiding ladder

And the windup clocks of time.

Facsimile caskets,

Like dominoes fall,

A checkered melee,

Echoing through celestine halls.

Golden years folded,

A house of cards strong,

But in these faded frontiers,

Where has dawn gone?

In dusk’s jaded contours,

Where night smothers

The sun.

Bruised heaven’s guitars

Roar in gothic harmony,

The triumphal charge

Stalking to besiege

With spirited aim,

Dusty trapdoor ears,

That gnaw through spirit and bone,

To memory’s vapours and tears,

Sunken like stone.

O sacred whispers of God,

Beg your sovereign ear to the sound,

Of wild glorious nothing,

Just laying around.

And my farewell friend,

May you waltz in permanent fantasia,

Bathed in youth’s begotten fire,

And forever may you fly,

Yet never grow tired.

So farewell and goodnight,

To sweetly hallowed ends,

Where light

Swallows darkness,

Forever,

Amen.