They pay him court, the weekly clan,
Solemn with Sunday thought and deed,
The filial and duteous breed
Grown alien, an immeasured span
Between them and his need.

Asunder now, they would rephrase
Their lost affinities, the blurred
And ancient ties with gift and word.
The old man nods, his earthless gaze
Ancestral and unstirred.

Abstracted, spelled beyond their reach,
Beyond solicitude or sting,
He hears finality as fling
And rasp of leaf portend for each
The climate of unbeing.

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