lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen* Rainer
Rilke, Das Stundenbuch
I live my life
in decaying orbits
and doubt I will ever achieve
the end. But I try.
I circle myself always
and cannot tell
if I am a stone, a tear,
or a great silence.
*I live my life in widening rings -ed.
Roll up the faded scarf you wore when they buried Father,
lowered him on wailing ropes, into iced earth,
and you didn't make a sound.
Do you remember the strange pitch of his coffin, halted, mid-rest
over the gaping plot? No, You hid
your eyes in herring-bone.
Do you remember the lilt in the mortician's tenor as he sang
the benediction for us, bastards,
abandoned but alive?
Roll up the faded scarf you wore when they buried Father
and try not to sense winter outpacing the crisp,
sere grass beneath our feet.