For Edna and John and All poem by David W. Mitchell


Only fitting to leave for this

Time the kingdom drowned;

To let the bearers sleep near

The burden, while the quiet amnion

Repatterns the steel for another

Forging, in some unnoticed cataclysm

Of the depths. Bared to the fire, the

Rock will grow around it once more,

The wait begin. Splinter-roofed,

The keep is tattered and open to

A sky that still seems blind, yet sees;

The caretaker makes ever slower rounds

And asks the ravens yet more

Querulously for news of whom

Among them stolidly endures;

They only nod toward the cave,

The firefly-dimness in the farthest corner.

It is just a single candle,

But it will last the night.