Rik George writes

Remembrance Fifteen
 

I think I’m most offended to see 

The face of my own death that waits

For me, this wondrous me that sits 

In my flesh and lets the world go by.

Bowing to both the stars and moons 

I feign my resignation to fate;

Inside I seethe with fury and hate 

That she is dead. The many suns

Dance their cosmic waltz to songs 

Old as time. They will dance until

The cosmos ends and God fulfills 

The balance sheet of rights and wrongs.

My end offends me; I would rebel 

If my anger could win the day.

I raise my fist in futile display 

Knowing my defiance will fail. 

 

 Shaking a fist at a smiling god -- T. McKay