The Dead!

I pity my younger brother died
first, at his prime youth
after living a stormy life
in a world that he saw as too wild!

I love my mother, died
before her time was right
seeing less of a loving company
in a world that she saw as too cold!

I respect my father, died
living a full fourscore years
enjoying with joy both good and evil
in a world which the victor is the bold!

Henry Victor 30.11.2003

Death to Life!

Death, the destruction of the bee
At such a great height
Leads not to the end
But yields to a new hive
From which honey ooze
Boosting novel life!

Defeat, destruction of my victory
After much endurance
Leads not to the end
But yields to a fresh muse
Transforming thoughts
Into lines, prompting peace!

Henry Victor 23.01.2004