521 - A Last Air from Daventry

that last song was wrung from me by surprise
the breath had slipped from me and left me still.
if others take up the tune and rise
to its occasion - each voice would spill

those words where I at last found silence -
having had my fill of song. I let go
the insect with which I had alliance
and am not the emergent imago

you can hear - but its abandoned husk.
make sure you pick up gently my crisp ghost
and pale shadow - and see if you can busk
the song and render it better than most.

song - both sad and happy at being sung -
I am the debris to which you clung.

26 June 2021