A Eulogy for Shadows

A Eulogy for Shadows
by Kieran Borsden
I am not asleep;
(do not armour yourself
with unutterable phrase –
vanity, the undoing of fear as you tie
your heart to my grave;
I hold no worth
for intolerable tears
carried on shallow
sorrowed winds –
let them blow in the cadence
of sinuous thanks
through church bells;
find me in the silence
before the hymn –
the weight that presses out
the breath; the words fallen,
caught short of the ground;
I am no victim of the coward
stone, my vessel rendered
beyond the flesh – my footprints
blessed by ephemeral
morning dew, everlasting)
I am not there.