Neither over nor under
ahead or behind
My position unreferenced
your judgment still blind
Not over nor under
ahead or behind
So easy once labeled
—so hard undefined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Those Quiet Damned
From Lederhosen
a monster chosen
Whose Reich is damned
—gas slaughtered lambs
The eagle rises
truth despises
A country shamed
—those quiet blamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Last Verse—Zero Sum
A richness of words
my legacy foretells
New questions to reason
old mysteries dispelled
No breaths taken lightly
or lines left undone
No memory forsaken
last verse—zero sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Love\'s Denial
The memory bitter
—from the taste of love’s denial
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
If We Were Young Men
If we were young men
if we were strong
If we had fresh words
to add to our song
If we were soldiers
with war in our veins
If we were poets
our voices reclaimed
If we were lovers
of women that cried
If we went wandering
our heart’s reapplied
If we were statesmen
the world in our grasp
If we were sailors
the wind at our backs
If we were farmers
with meadows so green
If we were actors
on stages supreme
If we were hunters
new wolf on the prowl
If we were dreamers
all wishes allowed
If we were young men
still facing the sun
But alas, we are old
—and darkness has come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Radiant Epiphany
The light burns brightest
at journeys end
“Radiant Epiphany
Seraph\'s descend”
Its blaze to enrapture
the love that you give
“Celestial applause
for a life well lived”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)