Life and Death

Homing Pigeon
She came with the news
My Little Prince has gone
I stood and watched the snow falling
face pressed against the misty glass
reflecting tears
happy for you
at last your miracle has come
the waiting is passed and you left gently
slipping out and into consciousness
dipping like flotsam upon a deep wave
When last we spoke
you said you knew you had changed -
‘When this is over...
I’ll be amazing!’
It is...
and you are.
Orlando! Orlando! Oh my friend!
‘they tried to kill you with their eyes’
they tried to bury you in the heavy ways of death
and dark surmise.
but you refused and broke their spell
with your unbound love
you went out running on air
like the Great Chief
and your spirit flew the cuckoo’s nest
for the real beloved.
Christopher Ryan -



