Elegy.

Knighted by the freedom of sun-drenched afternoon,
I spread my arms out wide on blustery plateaus
Dark vultures soar, circling beneath the jet-streaked skies
Wind turbines on far-off ridges tell what they know
All they know
From where I stand, I can see it all.

Tiny worlds scrape too close; our worlds are so small
The earths are old: oldness creaks through the timeless trees
I see now, in years gone by, what I could have done
When I had the chance, to help them rest with ease
Minds at peace
From where I stand, I can see it all.

I belong to bygone eras of the forgotten past
Nothing hardly changes: lives are lived out the same way
While pain collects in rusted cans lined along the hall
And he shakes his head as he tells me of that day
All the hate
From where I stand, I can see it all.

Drums and wood kalimbas join with funeral songs
Tiny worlds crack, concrete castles burst apart
Derelict minds, tumbledown souls are steadily restored
My dreams have seen reflections in the water
What he sees
From where I stand, I can see it all.