brother poem

here lies a most beautiful lady
backward, turn backward
i stand in the cold gray weather
those black eyes i once so praised
long has the summer sunlight shone
in september
she limps with halting painful pace
one by one, like leaves from a tree
let us pity those who are better off than we are
dark-eyed
beneath the warrior's helm
will you glimmer on the sea?
tripping up, falling down