12-13-2012, 09:15 PM
From birth we take the mother’s milk,
sucked due and granted for our lives;
The breast which grows the body dries,
as grows the child.
From choice and protocol we learn;
as life takes hold, we succour spurn,
and with ourselves become beguiled:
without remorse.
Soon changes on us all will come
as childhood skips into our skins;
living, uncontrolled and free:
this, too, will end.
Trite thoughts become but blunted tools;
as each edge dulls, the truths we made
become our chiselled history:
which we endorse.
Comes then Damascus! Blazing light
illuminates our groping way!
We are the new, we are the seers,
We shall transcend!
Yet death, ah, death, we nothing know;
so gratefully we turn that page.
We see the words, the plot so bold:
we die beguiled.
Tectak
2012
For Roger. 1944-2012
sucked due and granted for our lives;
The breast which grows the body dries,
as grows the child.
From choice and protocol we learn;
as life takes hold, we succour spurn,
and with ourselves become beguiled:
without remorse.
Soon changes on us all will come
as childhood skips into our skins;
living, uncontrolled and free:
this, too, will end.
Trite thoughts become but blunted tools;
as each edge dulls, the truths we made
become our chiselled history:
which we endorse.
Comes then Damascus! Blazing light
illuminates our groping way!
We are the new, we are the seers,
We shall transcend!
Yet death, ah, death, we nothing know;
so gratefully we turn that page.
We see the words, the plot so bold:
we die beguiled.
Tectak
2012
For Roger. 1944-2012