Sam, who was taken from us.

when beauty dies
the world returns
wide oceans dry
and the skies burn

when charm is gone
we seek the hills
and dark forgotten
subway rills

when joy is spent
the crab bites deep
and makes its nest
in troubled sleep

when grace is felled
we lose all will
the undiscovered
comforts still

when dreams are done
the anvil breaks
and blasted rock
unsheaths a sword

when love is lost
no sunbirds fly
an empty space
succeeds the sky

but you have died
so cancel light
I would not interrupt
that flight

no-one must write of beauty now
those features dust
those bones interred
a world that faltered in the turn

this boy is gone
so rend the clouds
tear up the sky
uncrowd the stars

beat your drum
break your bells
open up
the gates of hell

roll the rains around your roofs
or let me wrench their sullen truths
like thunder hurled onto its back
riving the mountains' midnight mass

light silver threads upon the grass
where fountains fall at dusk and dawn
the path to call a golden boy
before that dreadful night is born

(we hardly kissed
but in those years
in squandered dreams
you drank your tears

you said I gave you
what was safe
behind a mirror
of my life)

not safe enough
to stay the claw
the clasp that shivers
holds no more

so break apart those merchant bonds
hurl temples down
upon those lawns
sink empty unforgotten ponds...

my deadloved boy
where are you now?
I never saw
your anguished brow

I never kissed
your heartsick lips
that slipped away
beyond my grip

I will not let this moment pass
without an angry call to arms
love who you love
defy all screeds

for life is cheap
and soon enough
all lovers rush
to go to sleep

so rest in peace my undone boy
no more the troubles or the joy
my life is shorter with your death
until I draw my joining breath

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