Homage to One Son of Elihue

There then beneath one ton
Cement powdered and blistering and warm
This man a builder and damn
No word to loins learned youth

Under some tree or another fighting
Bleeding yearning lusting turning
No brother of hers will cry
Nor mother of his would die

Had not some plane downed deserted
And bee hive foreseen not forsook
His memory we cherish but
His body lives on now and

Never, more loved.