You Are Still Power, Still Move Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

though energy:
you free are now, cut off
from the chains of mass that lead
voraciously to glory and to power

now
my mother I better understand for more
I concentrate
on what power and glory are and
where they lead.

I saw a hunter shoot I saw the dun, the smoke

That like that smoke power and glory evaporate.

Energy be freedom:
At the grave and tomb
when Immortality weeps her loss and her prey
Futile Death thinks has reclaimed:
Conservation and Principles conspire
together to defeat Death's ferocious ire:
Not Immortality that I suspended, that
from science came and clinical:
Immortality of mass, and energy both
But Immortality of energy prevalent, yes,
Yes,
Mother you live immortal with the other
cemetery residents