Even
though the old think of death
seldom
do they go quietly into the dark
of the night… (without protest)
Frenzy,
and fume, goes hand in hand
against
the quiet darkness of the night—
those
who once sang in the sun
brave
and bronze and hard like meteors:
fight—,
with eyes ablaze—once near
death, fight fierce with tears
against
the dark night…
Against
the dying of light!
#3325 (4-20-2012)