TSM 113

beyond any reason's sky,
it makes me angry –
this beautiful Oxford garden
of 100 years ago
with two young girls
dressed in baby blue eyes
 
why would you send me light
forever trapped
between two plates of glass
like a virus mounted and stained
with the lives of saints
on lab slides for cathedral windows
 
if light bears witness to the past
I want for war paint
the distant, ancient stars –
scars, galaxy blue across my face,
novae,
my catastrophe of sight




The Sunday Muse

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