Cocoon

 

 

Tall and small and silhouetted,

Moving through with graceful steps of Elk,

Limping all their broken bodies,

They’re boarding ships made for stars.

 

A lifetime’s gone and none

For all they achieved have been recognised

As giving,

     While we’re complaining for all the world to see,

Tall and small and silhouetted

The old age moves – ungraceful ease.

 

Life again is not the recommends of Gods,

Not here upon this broken planet that’s lost

Of inspiration, (for all they did survive),

And rocking the infant they’re taken back,

To days when youth was all they’d want.

 

Tall and small and silhouetted,

Alien takes the harm to cure,

And looking back their wish is granted;

Nestled within cocoons – travelling time.

 

We’re complaining like a chastised child

As we push upon them homes for death,

And all they built for our desecration

Is the rot we made upon their tears,

And Ode to Mister Dennehey for the class

They really are when class did neither

Matter or reserve,

While failing are we lustful greeds,

Mistrustful for our fragile fears.

 

Take them,

Take them all and give life they never had,

Give them all they see and more besides

For the sacrifice they made upon their lives,

And hope, we in understanding complacency,

Find escape before we ourselves are Logans Run.

 

Tall and small and silhouetted,

Bye-bye grandpa, grand-mama

And all who’ve made life possible,

Maybe soon we’ll meet again,

Tall and small and silhouetted;

Graceful in eternity.

 

Michael J Waite 5^th January 2012.