From an Early December Breakfast


Rodney heard a lullaby
Then ran away to touch the sky
When he returned, his friends had died
One by one,
But he surmised:
Much yet of them endures in me,
Not just sentimentally.
Mine, it was another story
The kingdom, power and the glory
I was never just a man
Leaving footprints in the sand
Walk among the eglantine
Hear the splashing of the tide
Squeeze too hard and it is mine
Loose your grip, my strength subsides
Tell small children not to cry
If I sing a lullaby
Sleep is for the weak, the dead
Light my way, then walk ahead
Take from this what you will from me
Infuse your temporality
Return from time to time
You'll find
The meanings change, the words abide.
Rodney read a lullaby, but thought --
all that's written just a lie?

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