Carry On, Wings (For Oliver) Poem by Tyler Mason

Carry on, wings
Over soil and sea
For death is in the fen
To gather, to garner, and give away
What more do you have then?

Carry on, wings
From spicate a spine
To lilt and chortle and carol and croon
From spinney and thicket and sedge a' twine
Bedraggled and tattered and left too soon

Carry on, wings
Now crippled relics
To pound and pummel and batter and bash
And shatter the sky like a sun-spire phoenix
And rise from sleepy ash