Sonnet to the Living






Alabaster cattle, living tombstones
grazing milpa-covered Mayan moundlets.
Scholars speak of bygone glyphs, mystic tuns.
Clever theories; drought, war, pestilence met.


Name spoken little more, Jacob Keegan
Resonates in head and heart while he sings
his intercession to our sing’lar Holy One
We daily don his love, a portion of the King’s.


Let the dead bury these unlucky dead,                                                 
Men of science and worldly scoffers deem.
Digging with ill machinations of the head,
Time and Love limited, n’er washed by the Stream.


Where have all the Maya gone; long time, no?
Where has my Jakey gone, long time ago?


More vibrant than human breath, living near us
Yet on Holy Ground, still felt by some of dust.