The Life and Death of a Shadow

It comes at dawn,
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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