There is still
A resonance of that original harmony,
Alive within me;
But in creation’s song,
There quivers the bassful groan of death;
Although living…….
It is always dying:
We sing our songs,
Keeping watch that we are not
The next to die…….
In our communion
Between life and death;
Partaking of that which is dying,
With God’s curse,
Coursing though its delicious veins.