Lament of Kings (A Poem from my new chapbook)

Lament of Kings


They all once knew of this place
where a river passed through and by.
That mountain of memories,
where greatness came to be born
and legends to die.
Filled with the forgetful watchers of another day.
Kings of lands congregated around torch lit grace.
The river connects the lives of each east and west.
Days of old and new as one.
Each moment passing in time
to be catalogued by another.
The bearers of time frozen clear.
True to justice and fate,
un-beknownst of terror
clear of vision and voice.
We die true, clear of emotion
wanting nothing but more.
When we didn't attend to life in life.
Living in moments within this place,
with knowledge aforethought.
Infants in the world,
mindless before the dawn.
Knowledge gained in hard trials.
Forced moments free of sin.
We all seek to dwell in that moment,
clear of malice and thought.
The instant we first enter this earth and this life.
That second of clarity never again achieved.
The optic of existence pure.
Blinded to fate by hope.