IMMORTAL IBEX

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart).”
E.E. Cummings must have foreseen my rite.

A river of current, silently bellowing;
reduced to spontaneous salty streams.
For every time I recall your face,
my blissful ignorance is vetoed by fate.

Herculean victory was your modus operandi.
No adversity that faced thee, could claim from you a trophy.
Immortal and imperishable, you were to me.
A timeless cyborg of spirit, bones and WILL.

For you, a High Priest chariot, a vessel was fashioned.
An ascended master, you are gallantly regarded.

Day thirty, decade twenty-twenty will never be erased.
For it is the day you left your beating heart on this plane.
In my heart and in the heart of three you will remain.
But in my soul and in my blood your trace will ever prevail.

Hurry back and breathe with me once more.
My immortal ibex, Saint Yaakov.