Aug 4, 2012
Compare the solemnity of
flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries …
Magnificent sufferer I watch you sleep,
the deep drug memory silent creep
as snipers on long stalks, my watch
over your breath, so strangely sweet,
you encased in pain-poured concrete.
Magnificent sufferer there was our fire,
there was the soft Canadian snow,
there was the lovely white linen,
lines of Anglo Saxon poetry I read to you,
balm from a thousand warrior years ago.
Magnificent sufferer, compass carrier
for every one but yourself,
you gave the gucci ruck off your back
to the young officer who would die,
no one but he and I would know.
And blades and swords lay down
across the country’s knees now,
Magnificent sufferer I watch
I watch I watch I watch
you breathe, magnificent sleep.