Thursday, January 14, 2010

St. Felix of Nola

jailed with no mortal

way to bend the bars

two hands

made of light

reached in from

the outside

shaped the iron

so you could easily

slip through

in hiding,

spiders spun

intricate webs

to cover you

like a quilt

to envelop you

in sheen

as those guards

raced by, red-faced

sweating, cursing

and so out of breath

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