POETRY 12 – 2015

30 July 2015

you ask
for your cherub-Sister to live
eyes fire-alight with sight

or ask
for the wisdom-Father to survive
skin clinging wrinkled with mine

yet ask
for the lode-Mother to revive
face glowing setting into night

if the munificent beneficent One
smiles, pulls the grenade’s pin

and by
be still


28 July 2015

that memory poised
like a fly upon the tip
of a needle
thrust through the pupil
of the right eye

that memory poised
a prick of pain
a quick flicker
gone and i am left
a tiny morsel, fed upon
and fled, flown away from…

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