The Falconer !

And I have let them go,
one by loved one,
unlatching protecting cages
within,locking doors
against their return.
Between being and becoming,
face fresh with sorrow, I,
oyster of a single tear,
float with the Angler,
dangle with the bait,
smell mortality on my hand,
and choking.......say ,
"it is better this way "