A
legion of memories, imprecise,
Crowd
the crowing sleep when I retreat
Between
a tunnelled-birth where I became,
And
this, my final end I cannot fear.
In
the beginning a breasted babe,
A
new-born prince presiding.
Regent
in a rented castle,
He
towered above the earth in his repose;
Who
signalled his intention to the throne
When
he to his own Avalon succeeded
To
watch the dancing emerald flame,
Those
leaves of grass that marked his kingdom’s end.
A
rise so rapid must contain a fall,
So
was it when his narrow rule dissolved.
Displaced
among the tyre-stained streets,
His
destination sought was solitude.
So
remained the child until matured,
And
found a brand new world when he emerged.
All
thought of conquer now dismissed,
New sights
were set on comfort’s bough.
Though
in the cradle had he never rocked,
The
resulting fall had still not been denied.
With
hardened heart and cynical resolve
Came
entrance to the common man’s domain.
Was
a cause of much surprise encountered,
And
is still, to his unending pleasure,
That
from this simple life contentment blew
Upon
the carrying winds that bring him through
The
reminiscence; and the youth of which
They
tell has fallen derelict, to stay
Untended
‘til the day when, long to come,
The
tomb-lid cracks to ancestral pries.
It
is with this incumbent theft,
I
wake to find no more that blinking light;
The
nagging voice intent on sacrifice:
The
betrayal of a relinquished past.
