A Poem

A Magpie in Flight

 

If I die and when I die, 

I hope my heart bursts with stars.

I hope the children with kites and caterpillars

See my constellation true.

 

And if I die and when I pass, 

My soul might visit Mars.

A warring planet of hope and mystery

So that the adults could know I who I was at the last

And if I fall, and when I die,

Might my eyes be opened,

The light that strays like wanton ribbons

From devil's grasp to angel's heels

From earthly wants to history, defined.

 
And as I live, and while I live,

May the forces of time not concede

That I was a man, a lonely man

A bitter man of greed.