Birth & rebirth, love enduring, finding
them here in dying light.
hangs bleeding now & stains the evening sky.
Birds of prey upon a final circling
reeling, do not yield to onrushing night
till the air comes alive with flowers & prayers.
Clinging to poetry, clinging to fire,
hammer a myth, piercing shell after shell.
Incendiary eve of leering death,
till the strange new constellation's turning
(rotating thru the planetary night)
shatter the darkness & unmask the dawn.
Dennis M. Gaughan
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