Requiem

(Note from a Dead Poet) — A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation

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The howls of the coyote

In the woods across the field

Slices through

The ether of the night

Shredding my veil of sleep.

I would if I could

Retreat to my dreams

But I cannot –

The primordial cries

The wail of the pack

Each with its pain

In the shadowed night

Is a requiem

For the end of a life

Or one soon-to-be –

Which of you

Would understand the

Grim – brooding

Melancholy cry

From beasts of myth and moon

For me, the question remains:

Whose life –

Where and when –

The answer lies

Among the living

As was Mozart – So I am.

It is for that requiem

Which I wait.

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The Fine Writer Of This Piece:

Gary Orphey - Medium

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