Raven Song

Death is before me today:
like the recovery of a sick man,
like going forth into a garden after sickness.


Death is before me today:
like the odor of myrrh,
like sitting under a sail in a good wind.


Death is before me today:
like the course of a stream
like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.


Death is before me today:
like the home that a man longs to see,
after years spent as a captive.



~That forgotten poet~