To Shatter The Sky
If you leave me I shall not die,
Nor make grief a trumpet to shatter the sky.
I shall not ask for anything more
But to walk according to natural lore,
One foot behind the other before.
I shall wake at morning, sleep at night,
And tell unfailing black from white.
I shall use my brain to earn my bread,
Snarl when hungry, smile when fed.
I shall not die - I shall be dead.