A New Poem

Here is a brand new poem. I normally keep anything new I write locked away for some while before I let anyone see it, but I thought I'd throw this one out there. Any reaction is welcome.

Survived By No One

I read today about a priest who died

He was old and Holy and the paper said

He was survived by no one,

but when he was young he cried for justice.

And I believe what I read in the paper.

Grief runs the long course

Legs heavy like stone

Lungs burning

and that's only the first mile.

Under a wolf moon

We become no more

And are no longer

imagined by the world.

There is no need for tears

Or lamplight to read this page.

The moon will suffice,

but when I was young I cried for love.

So I turn

Turn to a child

To the stars over water

To the sky in summer

As if to forget

As if to forestall

What I read in the paper.