How a hand that held, hits
How a kind mouth becomes a beast
How a humane face apes
How both Heaven and Hell
How
Monday, May 17, 2010
Night's Stair
On Night’s stair, I look back toward the Light.
Sent away
Without candle
Without her
The worst punishment
And all my apologies on every treacherous step.
Sent away
Without candle
Without her
The worst punishment
And all my apologies on every treacherous step.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
All of Us
All of us eyes
All of us mouths
All of us skin, and hands, and bone, and ears, and blood
And each one to be loved
And love
And each one to be held
And hold
God endlessly echoed
All of us mouths
All of us skin, and hands, and bone, and ears, and blood
And each one to be loved
And love
And each one to be held
And hold
God endlessly echoed
Lent
I lent the Lord my sin
Suspended if not ended
Begin to make amends
But from this fast, fast to
My sins and fast hold
I do not always know
What is good and
What I should
O God
ashes rise too
Suspended if not ended
Begin to make amends
But from this fast, fast to
My sins and fast hold
I do not always know
What is good and
What I should
O God
ashes rise too
The Goodbye
No more bodies.
Where is warm?
No more hands.
What do I hold?
No more eyes.
I wish mine weren’t.
No more ears
Without your voice.
I do not want the world
Without you.
It is all sadness
I know Death
If you are gone.
I want no joy
It is a lie
A pretty face
Without yours.
Where is warm?
No more hands.
What do I hold?
No more eyes.
I wish mine weren’t.
No more ears
Without your voice.
I do not want the world
Without you.
It is all sadness
I know Death
If you are gone.
I want no joy
It is a lie
A pretty face
Without yours.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Living Iron
The sky scrapes on concrete, and
The seasons on skyscrapers.
The sun drowns daily in tired wastewater and
Strangers’ unmet eyes.
This wherehouse civilization, made of
Living Iron, all of us
lonely amidst multitudes.
The seasons on skyscrapers.
The sun drowns daily in tired wastewater and
Strangers’ unmet eyes.
This wherehouse civilization, made of
Living Iron, all of us
lonely amidst multitudes.
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