good bye poem

i can not tell you now
i loathed you
backward, turn backward
to some the fat gods
since i have felt the sense of death
have we no shame?
with her hair flaying wildly
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
some one complained to the master
i loved a woman
let a joy keep you
with the meek, brown eyes
i have heard them in the night
sleep, gray brother of death