How I will miss you
When I am dead,
Miss you in everlasting death,
Miss the stout unruly curvature
Of your mounts,
The fortitude
O your rocks,
The magnitude
Of your men,
Your unsubdued rectitude.
How icy, lonely and ark, how hollow
when I can no longer hear
The throb of your screams,
Grope for another dimension of life
In glimmering scales
Or furry tales,
Sound your infinite, untamed solitude's,
Ever pregnant of a multitude
Of infant freedoms.
How I will miss you when time stops!
How can I face eternal death
Or eternal life
Without you,
My own true land?!