We Walk the Same Road    

     We walk the same road now
     we serve the same master,
     though our paths were so different
     my friend, till the end.
     Your ascent
     past sparkling mountain streams,
     to the tinkle of innocent youth,
     in tribal lightness traipsing,
     crested in cruel fire baptismal
     from along my road;
     where I had come long before you;
     with the earthern Gangetic weight
     of alluvial centuries
     bearing richly down.
     Won't the measured gravity,
     the flat certitude
     of less effervescent climes,
     where power lies and is blind,
     ever see,
     that your road,
     and my road,
     that our road, my friend,
     is a road that has been taken
     before