Lou J. Klaiber

REMEMBERING DYLAN THOMAS

“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Dylan Thomas

…… I read and write
the lines upon my face.
Poetry!
windblown and silver
growing like my beard;
my hair.

Poems!
falling as leaves
into Autumn’s memory
of Spring.
A Springtime of war, and rage,
and violence…
and a windy hill of death!

The rage of youth
dying!
Absence of light!
War!
ending dreams of old age.

I shall be silent at the close
of my day.
Shall follow that light.
Light
that never dies!