Words you are
What are you doing with all this eternity
now that you sit on your throne of clouds?
What do you see as you look down on us,
fortunate of an all-encompassing impression?
What thoughts are yours away from worries
or do you still feel concern for your beloved?
What is your knowledge of the past, your outlook
on the morrow, your power to change it all?
Not forgotten under the cold flat table, while
your bones shiver under the disappearing flesh,
no longer do you shed tears of salt and blood;
your eyes transparent, a soul hovers over us.
Do you dream with angels in your deep slumber
as we pray, you too will keep memories of us,
may you not be entirely severed from this Earth,
until perhaps we meet again around a great fete.
Can you tell when a day has ended down below,
when such words to you have lost their luster?
Have you become all sensing, now that you belong
to the creation whole, at last privy to its secrets?
Is it rest you enjoy, being of no worldly needs,
do you still see the image we loved in the seas?
Pray, tell us tales of this newfound invincibility,
of the universal language which you have become.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
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