Michael N. Audenaert

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My Purpose Here

At half mast stands the flag today
Before academe's darkened copper dome
Waving, reminding
Reality so brutishly intruding
Into this, the immortal's hall

Rifles ricocet and silvered trumpets bray
Clarion they sound the call
That arrests our carefree days:
"Immortal, my friend, you are not.
What purpose marks your passage here?"
Poems
Stumbling Stone
The Day the Sun Forgot to Rise
Motionless Lips
Faithful God
Guilt
Conjurer
Deiter Wilhelm
The Moon Represents My Heart
My Purpose Here
The Heart Surgeon
My Brave Goodbye
The Poet's Lament
The Prayer
My Maiden Won
All Materials Copyright © 2003 Michael N. Audenaert