supernova–the priests tale

by no good

Posted to Poetry on 2003-10-24 06:25:00

SUPERNOVA
the priests words


Out of stirring sleepy valleys
slow spurts over tarmac in dusk
like the long sigh of bus air brakes.
This roll call
to last a thousand years or more
pass this way
and seep into a groaning line
grasping each others hollow eyed faces.

With sun boiled brains
torn out pages of history
scratch past hungry tracks,
a viscous chain in moonlight
they travel on and on
following the tenorman’s slow notes.
Long pauses

and you, a chosen one
not fully honed by evolution
lie here with the blood of many
in your veins,
your eyes free of timidities
and unwrinkled by autumnal coat,
yours a pure acceleration
along the curvature of time.


note–a father after hearing that his down syndrome daughter was dying from blood disorders–she was in hospital having one of her normal blood transfusions–
and a cathoilc priest comforted him–i hope i have done justice to his words