NOLI TIMERE
to how small
he was
back then
the big barking dog
appears
a monster
a Grendel and
a Grendel's mother
put together
just as in
the telling
of the tale
his sister's voice
weaving a Beowulf
along the journey
every atom
of him
totally frightened
"Don't be afraid..."
she whispers to him
"Here...hold my hand!"
she stares the creature
straight in the eye
"Hello...Mr. Dog!"
and the creature shrinks
back into
someone's favourite pet
we walk on
into our future
without looking back
now here
at your death
I can still feel
your hand
in my hand
even
in a world
without you
I tremble
with
the loss
of you
and Death shrinks
before this great love
the tiniest of touches
"Don't be afraid..."
you whisper to me
"Here...hold my hand!"