WHO WAVER IN THE WAKE OF WINDS by RAYMOND ELLSWORTH F. LARSSON

now
are the gods departed
from the land
and we
who waver
in the wake of winds
from their emblazoned cars
are garmented
with sifting
dust
and blind of eye

and we
who walked the tender fields
and stopped
beneath the fragile shade
of jewelled trees sun-gilded
trees
whose stirring leaves
made coloured music
veil the
silver-sounding step
of those kindly kings of earth
the
slow-phrased crystal step
of other kings
and gracious queens
of veined-opal face
and glowing brow
who walked with us
on either hand
and showed us
radiant signs
and spoke
the secret word

now are the gods
departed
and we
wander in the wind
blinded by dust
and sifting
night

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