death poem

i have seen the proudest stars
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
is there anybody there
with joy and wonder
i wonder where you live
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i hold your heart
the arches of the red bridge
the darkness rolls upward
daughters of time
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
one by one, like leaves from a tree
have you seen walking through the village
high-born race