Reaper

It was dark

And the night held

The light at bay

 

The evening stirred

An antichrist

Restless to replace the Christ

 

Within this limitlessness

He stood arms astride

Hidden in limbs

 

The wind seemed not

To stir him

Decrying him

In sound and stem

 

Reap and sow

Sow and weep

Said the wind

 

Aloof and steady

He stood

Neither ploughing

Nor sowing

 

Maybe he was weeping

Maybe he was waiting

For the light