CESSION

By  Robert Kokan

Beneath the tower of the fourteenth street bridge

it's dark and it's the last tired night.

All men now with sorrow filled eyes

and sad contentments of heart 

have given over to the dreams of new birth

(when your time comes, it comes

there is nothing a hand or a blood-borne

can do to prevent it).

So go down all good men, all tired men

all ye broken-hearted vagabond followers of Jesus.

Let your midnight fires die

find your days, your yesterdays,

your last soft slumbers

and remain there angelic

lost in your workday silences

remembering you were born of the earth

in a time that celebrates sky.

Robert Kokan has work published in The Windy Hill Review, Bramble, Breathe. and Portage literary magazines. He is currently working on a chronicle/memoir

titled IN WARD, Poems of Addiction and Recovery.