poem for pastors

i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
there is no flock, however watched and tended
she limps with halting painful pace
when i was a boy at college
the lightning flashed, and lifted
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
this is the arsenal
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
looking beyond
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
all down the years
since i have felt the sense of death