time has been hacking away at the beanstalk
of green growth that stretched to the heavens
and now the great great giant in the sky–
Yes
He
Was
Here,
rich with wonder, and now he is gone,
ditch or blunder,
fallen twenty-six stories from the sky
over my life, from the eden over my
better judgment, to the dirt at my feet–
Yes
He
Was
a Hero
and now he is an idea which flickered past
my blinking wheezing fizzing eyes–blink–
sigh–to the grave at my feet–
Yes
He
Was
Heaven and earth and sea and sky and
the origin of order in my mind all packaged
squarely in the match box, in the coal (of) mine,
and now he is lost in a sea of experience, a
hole in my cerebellum and I thought
MY GOD
I’mmortal.
