Seth

Seth

When old men die the earth is seeded:

But when youth's blonde fury

Vanishes before our eyes,

The bright Aegean rages---

Crimes and portents come true,

Time forfeits order for chaos.

I have no claim.

I merely encountered you

Long enough

To witness the warrior-stride

Heedless, impassioned,

Fabulous as fable.

I could only

Hold up my weak pen

Against your solar wind

Making blind all who suspected

The weight borne

On your slender frame.

Saying: be careful my friend:

What is confided by the Mother

Must not be borne by the son,

That was Christ's business

And none of the world's.

Be on guard.

I warned you, and you knew,

Or knew by similitude

The thousand things

You had yet to surpass.

I cannot say what happened

For all narratives are not neat.

Flight is boundless genius unbounded

My shadow still grieving in your bourne:

Had you had time and not embodied it

The miraculous would be upon us:

Instead, your fate endures:

Poised, expectant, and unvanquished.

                                                     Will Morgan

                                                     June 24, 2013