death poetry

under dusky laurel leaf
so fallen
brother, i am fire
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
did you ever hear of
when, full of warm and eager love
and so it goes
often is it not so?
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i heard the wind all day
the air is full of dawn and spring
as evening falls
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds