Calpurnia. After Carol Ann Duffy Poem by Hazel Night

The sun grows dull in the sky
The clouds echo around it
The winds burn my face
I have seen what is to come.

His eyes glimmer
In the sunlight.
He stands strong
It lights me afire.

I see that he is going.
And that once he is gone
It will break,
It will all break

No one listens when I say
These deeds that will come.
No one listens when I know
That he does not have long.

He laughs.
He mocks.
He scoffs.
He does not know

That I love him,
And that we will not
Grow old.
He will

Go