Last Words

My life, your light green eyes
Have lit on me with joy.
There’s nothing I don’t know
Or shall not know again,
Over and over again.
It’s noon. It’s dawn. It’s night.
I am the dog that dies
In the deep street of Troy.
Tomorrow. Long ago.
Part of me dims with pain.
Becomes the stinging flies,
The bent head of the boy.
Part looks into your light
And lives to tell you so.