blood

merry as the dancing flag
or the genial congruous aster
that bluster chatter in the summer sun
and pine upon an autumn day are we
that fraternal bond which blood through blood
has interbred along an enzyme strung
as a single intuition we are known
to one another
merry the dancing tongue gregarious talk
along the lines of heritage
that with threads of alcohol infused
laced a full and heady tapestry
warming round the embers past
and half recall the famous images of yesterday
and the bonfire ash
upon whose smoldering heap
the flower of ages lying burnt
its pyre a whim unto the ordinance of chance
i have respected you as i hope do mine
on the convoluted path of future time