The man is statue to the act unfolding, Alone must watch new worlds unfurl. The sea beats against its shingle With a maniac's claw, confounding gems and wreckage. 5 All at once the falcon that knew me Dashed his beak to my being with a piping cry, Undid an eon of grief and sandwiches And tickled me with arrow vowels to the sky. Aloft and lunatic, shoes and fingertips, 10 I let all love move from me As the surgeon's knife sighs, And spelled my way to heaven'sgate with a broken tongue.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.