Voyage Through Hades
And my face did wither
From the winds blowing (hither and thither)
Ashes and stench over the earth
Which stem back to a time of war,
But that was long ago...
I walk alone now.
My feet grow blistered and my legs wiry,
Yet I carry on this one way trek
Through what may be an earthly hell!
And my body is my proof of this.
Though so spent, I've been pondering nightly
About a time I can scarcely recall:
The time when the air did carry
A scent of lilac, love, the falcon and dove,
But that was long ago.
(c) JULY-AUGUST '84