Alone Is He…Under The Cover Of A Cool Green
by J. Allen Wilson — Read all 1,629 poems by J. Allen Wilson
Many often live their lives with no regard to their fellow man. Selfish in their ways, isolationist in heart, less they come into need. Then they cry foul into the escaping wind. Hear Me…Oh Hear Me…it is a pity, it is such a shame…
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Alone Is He…Under The Cover Of A Cool Green
Cool green covers now the former man.
The silence of ages for him now speaks.
Never to his soul comes a lasting peace.
For Foolish was he, in believing he was king.
Mourners now disperse like a blowing wind.
Tears on cool soil evaporate to rise again.
The sun blinks soft from behind dying trees.
Time is no longer measured in angles nor by degrees.
Listless is the moon on the new granites stone.
Epitaphs misery carved testifying he is gone.
Heavens grown black; stars subdued, last hopes flee.
He lies now but a silent memory; forever alone is he.
Spring comes; summer follows and then goes.
Falls chill to a coming winters kill, and still he lies unknown.
Sad it is to see this final state of a lonely man,
for he loved only one, himself separate and aside of God’s plan.
Now here he still lay almost one year to the day.
Weeds sown in life now consume his final home.
No one comes to see this final grievous state of man.
With his plot unkempt, I kneel to remove the chafe by hand.
The suns now setting and I grow cold inside.
I leave a single rose and walk away for the last time.
Alone again is he, the man who thought he was a king.
Alone and cold is he under the cover of the cool green.
J. Allen Wilson © TWO 2007
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