For Mark, of the Colosseum
by Mitch Manning
Ajax cried ‘kill me in the light’
and they say you did too,
riding your stallion to the sea
All is blood and fire
in the unfolding prophecy
of fate’s resounding horn
Lives precede what inscribes them,
like the sun-stained, dark ocean
of late August twilight
Speak like silence,
you who carried your sleeping sword
an amulet against your warrior chest
All battles waged within you
armored against the light
you tried to grasp until the end
Perdurabo, no weak heart shall enter,
stay open to that tenderness you wrapped
like ivy around your war-stained arms
Love is a fire that burns in the breast
of all who know the closing aperture
of the setting sun
Live long brother, storm across the sea