Flower Of The Bastions Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Flower of the bastions
always face up
struggling to keep
from falling through
your nails and claws:
always face upwards
upwards to the heavens
dawn, early day and day,
glory of noon, afternoon,
dusk, you all
experience
and then
and then the splendid
beauties of the night
all nights
all seasons
all days
till bending slow
and to you
imperceptible
you pine with age
wither in sorrow
sing as the swan in
the last funereal dirge
and elegy:
then
fail your nails and claws
and down the bastion heights
hurled
and falling
upheld by kind Zephyr winds
a-mourning