I do not know if the grail was holy
but it seemed the searching was
now I have grown
weary
bedraggled
by the chase
the hunt
the game
I have grown old
and my hinges groan
with rust and disuse
the terror of a smile
sleeps inside my bones
no,
the wind out here does not whisper
only shrieks
only roars
as it rolls above the dead
their follies and
their greed
that I held her
by the fire
beneath the stars
just once
was life enough
but life
like fire
fizzles
wallabies huddle in the tangerine dark
men plant gravestones neatly in rows
the memories of better days are numbered
ordered and
filed away
I know,
I know
there are mysteries yet
life and love
to live,
to die
these wandering feet of mine,
resigned,
will shuffle interminably
down every road
and sometimes there will even be
laughter
staring down the centuries
like this
like this,
right now
oh,
my friend,
my name
at home in your mouth
is all that makes sense
to me