What Will Remain
if you woke, old man, and rose up
open eyes I'd ask you what
you'd see out on the world now.
because today they see
the lasting boys the brothers last
ing children last
ing granding father man today:
is what they see
but only one,
a single failing
raining
sunshine baking
bread the day, a kind of waste
ed daughter dies, a kind
of midnight last, midlast
and on and on and
going on? and others
other midnight dawn in midsound bells that chime
and later ask if whether now the lovely
two
the hours past
a sister, and the day
a time track add
the train track rail
a link in life times only when
the we were young
and so we're old
we're young
we are.
and never kiss
and never touch
the kidling man of which
he is and what he's lost
soon ten years old
it's all the same:
for now, what cold we see: within
us only brothers fatherman
can't know
he knows
and always knew
that ever where he's going is