The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
— Inspired by "Duino Elegies: The First Elegy"by Rainer Maria Rilke
There is an aching crescendo composed
upon mythology's tender adagio
such as these have become:
filed under a cricket's lost chirp,
categorized under nature's fluent mysteries,
we gather brighter moments etched in memory
when the sun nurtured us, bid us rise,
instead of burning our songs
folded and packed in parched leather cases
with gladness and dismay.
Truth be told,
we never deserved these mighty gifts,
smorgasbords we were offered
as gluttony dominated our common senses.
We decimated everything within our reach
and wept for more. There was no more to be had,
for we had also consumed the seed.
Only the few anonymous lovers crept away
into the bowels of the deep, dark hold, trying to salvage
a swiftly sinking ship, murmuring low
as shore slowly waned from view.