A Las t
Alas, grieving sorrow,
Tribulating
Don’t ask from where—
Shenandoah; Shiloh...Meadows
Down to Sheol
Welted eyes again, shadowed tears,
Wind-cuffed faces with ‘full’d’ lashings
Dusted wind
Of more less and less,
Wiping away
With wept wetness
In a downward swirling wet sweep,
Faces lost, lastless,
The torn night sky, starless in
A multiple series of weeping losses,
Stark--
Abyss’d fall of all welling reveries
Wailing
In this wreck--aging.
How long, how many tomorrow’s tomorrow
This a las—ting loss lostness?
Selah
--Daniel Wilcox
First pub. In The New Verse News
in different form
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