Mike

My brother past on.
In the dim light of nightfall
He whispered his last words to me...
And closed his eyes to never wake again.
No angel in heaven to comfort me,
No way to revive the divine seed,
No way to stop the bagpipes sorrow,
We laid his body in the earth,
And fought for strength to see tomorrow.

In darkened lands we trod.
Weeks of brown and yellow shadow.
Lost in lands without a god.
Empty we's without a god.
Cast with sorrow the growing shadow
consumes the morrow,
And who are we without the morrow.
Endless loss our timeless woes,
A piffling flock of treppid souls.

Michael Dorhety
1973-1996