Here is the name they would have once called out to their first child.
Now it’s clear with time they’ve fallen, Oh, once-favoured love!
Yes, he’s fallen so far from their Grace that she can’t care.
See all this dust and loathing here – and all that future-fear?
He will not cannot dare not know now any of her habit;
Any of that certain stuff which leads her far from where
She knows he’s longed to say “I’m home”; she’s felt him yearn for there.
He’s still so far from sacred places; still so fearful of them
Now there’s naught that he can show; they’ve no more knowing stares.