(No. 45)Elegy for Sagacity
Bones snapping with fire must turn Tortoise to Dragon.
My elegy of moderate length is Chapter Ten.
We lost ourselves in a choice defying God.
From the image of God we chose.
We lament our loss yet defy our loss
With a cry that justice must explain the charge
By which we die our drawn-out death.
How dare the sweet birds pipe in ignorant cadence
As sagacity lies dead in its tomb!
Call! O ye fields, ye forests, ye oceans.
Wail for your caretaker who went astray.
O tomb of quietude, subpoena Nature to answer
Or set your captive free.
My elegy knows much that the Poets craved.
Leaves it dead what craves the Least?
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