Lost Youth - Barry Vesser

[Lawrence Robinson]

Lost Youth 

So let us howl now
And gnash our teeth
For injustice
For the deaths of the young,
the passing of light
from a dim world.
The rip in a parent’s heart
that no religion
or philosophy
can make whole again.
 
Let it rain for a thousand years,
My grief the rich brown of swollen rivers
Washing away my path, my compass,
my pain, my righteous anger, my confusion;
Along with the nauseating details,
the clocks and calendars that demand
future appointments.
 
And what remains?
Lessons to be endured,
 but in the end
 a softening,
and a tentative step
into a stark, new landscape
that I drift into realizing
that my moorings never were.
 
And a prayer in any language,
to stop pretending
And to love with
the intensity
of a diving hawk.

	- Barry Vesser
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