Fare well to Papa Bois

I watch the silence of the leaves falling
Tears of a fading world
The sound the echo of the death bell tolling
Tolling his goodbye to the world

If I listen I could hear his voice calling
But gone now are the children of twilight who would hear
Gone are those who kept the old Gods from falling
When they were dragged , shackled, in humiliation and despair

He was once the keeper of the lost children
Who would keep them now?
These children who are lost but think they found themselves

The sky would burn black from the altars of a new God,
That would blind us to the sight of a falling leaf,
To holes in the sky,
To his passing ,
To his goodbye for a dying world.

(c)Geeta Boodansingh, 2011