O PRECIOUS LAD by S. A. David

Category: threnody, elegy, dirge
(For Precious Avbuluimen, 1988 – 2011)
Lysosome drop’dAs you hop’dFar into the earthA place with filth
If I am confessorI’d confess the last enemyTo be your instant resurrectorThen he’d be no more an enemy
If I am wizardI’d turn back timeGet you out of earth’s gizzardAnd give you eternal smile
If I am warlockI’d cut the staff of deathGet you out of sheol’s lock
If I am seekerI’d swim down the underworldGet you out on a flyerAnd forever seal the vain world
If I am mord sith, with my agielI’d repel death’s magicExtinguish him and all his many an angelAnd forever they’ll n’er play any trick
O Precious, my tears escaped my eyesReality staggered me to my rootWish I could illuminate your eyesAnd see you walk to me on foot
You were abducted from me and usEbemen, I was put in mourningThough hope is, I began to fussBecause I lack faith in resurrection morning.