a humane man’s lament…

 

copyright 2012 cwmartin

am i
an apparition
my soul
firmly anchored
to this ground
hands
of others
pass through me
but do not
feel me
eyes see me
but i
am unseen
my voice
is unheard
although
many nod
theirs heads
and
smile
as if
they
might agree
with
whatever
i’ve said
perhaps
the dead
may sympathize
with my fate
or
simply smile
knowingly

shelley’s lament…

once
champagne
ran its fingers
around the rim
dipping its tip
into the heart of love
but now
only the smeared
lipstick of regret
can be seen
and
every dream
is no more
than the aftertaste
of bad wine

lone wolf’s lament…

this is not the place
that was your father’s
these woods hold
bones older than
your history
each tree marks
a fallen warrior
black elk knew of them
calling upon the spirits
to receive their brothers
and sisters in death
to guide them safely
to a land of peace
not one of war
nor into stolen mountains
flowing with streams of tears
nor torched prairie villages
now no more than smoke
carried away in the night
only brother wolf
was left
to lament
as the funeral
procession
passed by
to an unwanted
desert
away from
this sacred
and
holy
place