J-T
Kelly

            Some things that go are gone

            Forever. Some, like dawn,

            Renew themselves, or are

            Renewed. It’s true — look far

            Enough, you’ll see the end

            Of dawn. But who can see

            So far and still pretend

            To hate eternity?

            Out there the veil is torn.

            What’s gone is there reborn.

            Out at the river’s head

            The dead do not stay dead.

            It’s only here, today,

            We lose our lost for good —

            Our joy three days away,

            Our backs against the wood.