realities

“We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must
not demean life by standing in awe of death.”—David Sarnoff
 
let me not to the marriage of pipe dreams
devote myself,
nor think life, broken, blooms best, disarrayed
upon the shelf.
what if the trivialities o’er which
much ado reigns
discolour all my yearning with their God-
forsaken stains?
 
how shall i mend the breach when, fallen blind,
the needle’s eye
through whose lens i must find a better way
to live or die?
presumptuous thoughts no restingplace shall find
upon my bed,
though prostrate slumps my broken frame, my flame
of life half-dead.
 
courage is not with death interred, when for
peace sacrificed:
its bones shall never atrophy, though slashed
by brutal heist.
i’d rather die, while still a man:  let pride
and dignity
an epitaph inscribe, where love has slain
malignity.
 
© Copyright 2024 July 05
by Clyve A. Bowen♫