Virgil Watched Them

Virgil watched them
Crossing the river away from him
The fathers without their children
Only a little while

Was he smiling
-Ly
-Ily
At Death the Golden Age

Falling backwards
In the Chinese restaurant
The tiniest fireman
I could see that he was smiling

Plenty of children in Arcady without fathers
Our friends long before sundown

by Donald Revell

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Comments (1)

a sense of history, both loss and gain- good shifts in such a little poem, I especially like 'the tiniest fireman'