Eaton Bard

Rookie (Long Ago, But Not So / On Dirt outside of Eden)

I Am Gone - Poem by Eaton Bard

Here I stand
Unable to care,
To reason,
In this dense fog
Where the past is no comfort
And the future futile.
I am the edge.

It would be better
If I had no name,
Here in the big empty.
But I could be called
I don’t think I could go.
Utter not within
My hearing plaintiffs.
I am the edge.

I have seen
The trinkled tributaries
Swell and rush away,
The sun embarrased
By the day
It made,
Hide behind a distant ridge.

I am anonomous
In view.
The one who
Knew me is gone

I am the edge.
My stillness roars
And is often heard
The one who
Knew me is gone
So I sing
No more.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 30, 2006

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