From the poet's book "Love Gods of a Forgotten Religion".
dust. infinite and obstinate.
scuffed into crowding clouds.
proud powder of my passage.
my grandfather walked with me
to see the otherside and yet,
he reached it first, my thirst denied.
for now, for now.
brave friends and those who pretended
to a heart untended and intended
for a more worthy birth.
love, built on trust, crushed and hushed
as we usher out our usual usury,
the sentimental shylock's self-interest.
for now, for now.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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Labels: 2006, Love Gods of a Forgotten Religion 2 observations
2 observations:
I'm not really sure why but this brought tears to my eyes. very nice.
It is about loss. Love and loss. My Grandfather took me on a walk a long time ago and just as we were about to crest the hill behind his house, Grandma called us to dinner.
He died the following winter, us having never made it over that hill. Several years later, I took that walk alone, in his honor.
Thank you. Loss is a dominant theme (right behind love and eroticism) in my works.
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