ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
PROPHECY
They shall be raised
in strong wind upward
through rain
by no hand. Of themselves
they shall say we
weep into our
eyes, into our bodies,
like stone pierced
by a river. And though
they ask where is life?
and where death?
and their sighing
sound like singing,
the assembly of life
and death shall be broken,
and the nation of things
partial, corrupt
shall be lost
to them forever,
shall flow with time
away, like rain
gathered on the surface
of earth shining
for a moment
until it runs
inward,
unreachable,
bright no more.