The Last Word

I have seen the river run with blood

After dawn woke peaceful. Still cold
but with the damp scent of spring

I have watched sunlight on the water
Life reflected into fire. Heard the vultures sing
of heaven. Dance in circles. The immortal taste of flesh

I have felt the pulse of life grow weary
Known, too late, dawn’s other choices
Night has come. We don’t take anger with us

Only love