Cloistered men

Cloistered men chanting hymns to paradise,
Of obedience and devotion, sing
To God and to their common fellowship,
Songs that bind them in their adulation.
In the trees, birds gather, flocking, roosting,
Waiting for their moment, ambiguous
To the order and the certainty, fly
Casual undulations of the sky,
Settle into the coming gloom,waiting.
We live in an old world full of chaos,
Where the dead still mingle with the living
And men forget the joy of the journey.
Moribund in the epicene of life.
Cloistered men chant in the early morning
Dew as the great flocks dance against the sun
Their wings soaring as men perish and die.


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