ELYSIUM

The ocean water washes up
on my feet, and suddenly
I feel the distance of things.

Looking at the stars,
I can hear the chant
calling me home.

We have arrived.

The pyre on which
my body finally rests
is set aflame.

Look up at the stars again.

This is the culmination
of all longing.
Who knows what will be accepted?

Now, now we are free.

(6 July 2006)