King and master of
the queen of morn,
star of heaven had he;
then time’s bony fingers,
forgotten in the boon,
touched the bloom of youth
and trembling old Tithonus
bereft, bereft,
locked in a room,
withering to a cricket,
an insect
chirping endlessly
through eternal mornings
waiting waiting alone;

begging the gods
for the grace of his doom.

Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal, The RavensPerch and elsewhere. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and over the years has been published in a few anthologies.