Robert J. Maguiness

He was the Emerald Isle
The oracle of Delphi
He was the Guillotine’s keen smile
His voice was a classroom
His lessons a library
He was the cane, the inkwell, and the duster

His pride was a thousand medals
He was the starch in the sheets
The goat on the bridge
And the troll underneath
He too was the sand in the hourglass

He was the broken needle on a Gramophone
The cracked reed in a flute
His body was an Oklahoma twister
His language an unproved theory
His mind a waterfall
His heart an unproofed manuscript

Though his farewell was Churchill’s speech
And at the last he was raging light
Ascending toward Heaven


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: