LE GUIN (FOR URSULA LE GUIN(

Le Guin
By james a. galgano

The left hand of shallow some god's darkness now no longer shines bright
The lathe of someone else's heaven since taken final flight
Upon the escaping soaring of some disparate wind life has flown
It will take more than a wizard's incantation to bring that spirit home.
Far from life into the cavern of disposed do memories now quietly sing.
From the densest overgrown forest can be heard death's now wordless ring
No longer coming home to a written page near kindling flame expired.
Upon the wings of flightless cats now herded frantically within a planet exiled
Where goo fences make horrible neighbors and even fewer welcome friends
Endings often choose without one's knowledge finality without recourse.
We may memorialize all our misgivings steering our salutations remorse.
Toward a home never known yet to which from birth illusions forever flew
There is a city upon a hill one now calls home as life expired as if upon inevitable cue
Yet in such sorrow one can in life's glory fondly retrace a tale well told to embrace
A humble eulogy honoring always coming home at last to rest with sublime grace.