Sweet William
The flower of the gods
born into the palm
of my hand
today stripped
of your beard
prostrate
searching for
the sense of it all
on that day
the world changed
with your smile
with your laughter
with the light
in your eyes
bearded flower
of the gods
those gods
that walk among us
that breathe our air
and feed on our food
on that day
colours came
reds and blues and pink
and greens and yellows
on the edges of the fields
in the scrubland
where wormword grew
on that day
you smelt of birth
and thrashed
your tiny limbs
and in my hands
I felt the warmth
of your innocence
and loved you
as I do today
John Lyons