Poems of Narad

The Dark Resistance

Morning in India. The faithful wake
And I unfaithful to my bones prepare
For restless sleep to shut the system down,
Yet in some corner of the self, aware

That I knower of nothing hardly see
The present, living the diminished past
Still strong enough to fill the heart with grief,
And memories the mind cannot outlast.

What have they seen? I am of little worth
To mine own eyes, a cipher valueless,
Caught in the web without the will to break
The old desires, let the soul confess

Its firm allegiance to the growing light
That spreads across the earth so quietly
Gaining in strength to swallow up the dark
Resistance of our half-humanity.