The Wail

If it's not all that the wind has wheft;
Heal your wailing hearts with what is left,
Find peace within you to forgive my bald soul.

Maybe the time I spent with you was too little,
Maybe you never understood me or I was much kittle,
But it was more than poetry we battered...
Surely a little bit of me you should have known.

Your funeral songs were too soon!
The wain of light has departed but I'm not lost,
I'm with God reciting poems over his croon,
Poems about the land that time forgot.

I will come for the sediments of my last poem;
I will come burning softly like a Kachikau lantern,
But for whatever it's worth...
I will come and go unnoticed.