Eulogy for a Poet
by Christopher Good
These words will end in dust, as all things die.
Their paltry lines will crumble all apart—
Pray thee preserve them, artless though they lie.
Long they sought water where the well was dry,
Looked to assuage the parchment of their heart;
These words will end in dust, as all things die.
Paltry these lines that knew the Day was nigh
And left their life behind before their start:
Pray thee preserve them, artless though they lie.
Sometimes they glimpsed a light, but by the by
The course is dark and barren that they chart.
These words will end in dust, as all things die.
These words rung but the echoes of a cry.
They knew but dark; they saw, alas, in part.
Pray thee preserve them, artless though they lie.
Evening is mourning—this day is but a sigh—
Till this dust rise, silence shall be its art.
These words will end in dust, as all things die;
Pray thee preserve them, artless though they lie.
Christopher Good is a deeply opinionated Canadian Christian socialist thinker and craftsman; he enjoys church sociology, literature, languages, music, and building hospitality furniture.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy