Clarence Wiser is a poet and short story author from Rock Island, Ill. A funeral of an old friend inspired him to write this poem. Neighbors scorned the deceased's lifestyle when she was young. The title and each stanza are metaphors on the deceased and her mourners.
Sparrow to Homeland
High
Above birthright's
Common chaff,
She soared
Wayward,
Seduced by the whirlwind,
Scorned.
Today,
There's talk of love,
Loincloth pulled from ebon attic
To clothe tongue's sharp cut.
Frocked in dead winter's pall,
She lies naked
As mourners file past
chipping away lingered ice form.
And I,
I long her to reach out,
Take my hand,
And lead me from this hovering chill.