"A Death Messenger"
Alone like the Dog Star shooting through the air,
Endless tail of fire chasing Thee like a lock of Golden Hair.
The Moon is left alone without Your presence in the night sky,
I am left alone when You vanish into the dark vast reaches of the Galaxy.
Many see Your endless, incandescent presence as a sign from the Divinities,
Did the Olympians send you as a messenger? Where is their Hermes?
Oh, He does not call for Death!!
F. Norman McCullogh
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