In memory of Lawrence Carradini
When you rolled, easy into dusk,
only your breath falling, urging, ceasing —
I made the way ready.
All creatures came to you,
your wings, your ears, eyes.
I will bring you home from the fire,
in this vessel, engraved with your friends —
in some silent, fearless flight.
Keep my name here, on earth.
These wings cast no sound,
just as I keep your name.