Entirely free of guilt, I Dec 1, 2008
the Sky, no longer tended, has lost its color
and leaves and pebbles and fish are dimmed
Blood runs into a great black pool
at which i now arrive, stopping,
to dip my fingers into my fallen once-Brothers.
here at the end of time,
in the darkness of loss and sleep
and howl and roar of the Weatherbird's work
to end all things, i bow Down,
and push my fingers into the Earth.