Departure

i, north, thee, south. air sail'd drawn farewell

cradle song i miss bamboo breaking be bent

feet o' thine press'd roads o' foreign land

for so mine breath o' life laced in shady sand

thou, modern maid drench'd in gold'n  toil

nursed poem o' bills to sleep thine wages

rode on roughness for ode to mine ages

i heard thine ripples o' sweat, tears on soil

for flesh o' third world caged in depression.

father oh danced to woman Gretchen.

sea of air's advent chant's out of tune

as distance dire dwell in borne autumn.

arrived thou in a wooden box

furbished like Pope's niche. death o' hush'd and calm?

oh ruth gay in gale's emanation

slasht ye vows. gift of lamentation

glides thine deaf eye in me as daffodil

grown baby and young on crack cement

i east thee west trail the grey decent

for daylight borne o' departure's sequel.