01.04.25
I made them for you
in the evening light
strains that sing
my heart is a prigged heart
what hopes branches
died inside swelling! now
wailing flowers, not
herd-touch another's garland
the faraway Jihadi spring
I want it's gates to open
for you & me
its tears of bedim eyes
filled with songs that last.
And prayed with me to God.
And numbers knelt & prayed
with me to God.
And emptywhelmed beneath
for glory's tide with me to God.
