Saturday, February 20, 2010

St. Eucherius of Orleans

see the depths roar out,

set this world ablaze.

not in dreams, or stories,

but pictures that breathe,

wheeze their way

into the night.

open a tomb and find it

empty, the walls

as if a fire licked

the stone black with its

rough cat tongue.

stand in front of a crowd

and announce

you know who’s in hell.

you see them as soon

as you lie down to sleep,

their skeletal fingers

toy with the slope of

your neck, the curls

just along the hairline.

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