father poem

i am singing to you
through the broad earth's aching breast
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
as i lie roofed in, screened in
of sun nor stars
there is an hour of peaceful rest
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i loved a woman
the old west, the old time
see, from this counterfeit of him
all within and all without me
from our hidden places
tripping up, falling down