The Life and Death of a Shadow
And grows
with the sun,
It laughs
and sprawls
And walks
from court to court
Jack of all trade, master of none
Passing,
emitting dread and gloom
Dancing to
unheard cosmic tunes
Until its
pride falls at noon
For a
while it staggers about,
To east,
west, north and south,
Until at
last eastward it crawls
Beating
its bearers’ little feats
Straddling
nations and tongues
Ruling the
woods with its murk
Obstinate,
lawless, and weird,
Through
thorns and thistles wades
A mystery
lying upon the ground
A
voiceless confounder of throngs
Today a
man, tomorrow a brute
This hour
by Bethsaida’s Pool
Inert,
static, drained of strength
A moment
passes, at byways of haste
The day quickly
fades and glories wane,
And the dark man dies away to rise again.
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