THE DEATH OF A POET

It was whispered in heaven
Planned and natured on earth
Anticipated in both ritual homes
Rumors spread in paradise
Fat lambs, sweet wines prepared
Fire lit, flame rejuvenated in hell
It was seen in lightening and heard in thunderstorm
In the depth of the sea, in the sphere asunder
Swiftly breathe and quickly dies in an hour
While pale face sets on bed like a decorated flower
The streaming voices and cries of the hairs all over
Announcing and pronouncing the brewing of a liquor
To merry and cherish this life left to slumber
Memories and praises of the quill handler blankets all over
With moments of wine and dine from Panari to Sarova
Walking, cycling and driving land rover
The depth of the sea and height of the mountains confessed
Of a wingless robin flying even to the skies of heaven
Ooh the study table, the quill did rest
While the holder, earth opens space rest to give the best

© Robins 2012