Bird, Gone (for Maya Angelou)
the bone,
scaffolding,
the flesh,
a cage
uncaged thus,
then Bird soars,
below,
the world atwitter
taken to wing,
in silence, she says,
so she, ascending,
might hear the voice of God
Ladson 2014
For Seamus Heaney
Above the vale beyond the meadow
where cows stand unattended,
clouds gather like sea foam wind sent;
the sun dimmed, the morning light
and headstones gray, one marker
targeted by boys to be berried;
they who are neither kith nor kin
keep stiller now, shushed by the parson—
quaint now in these louder days—
silenced they are without any knowing
that here may be penned a thousand songs.
Ladson 2013
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