dawn too bestows long shadows...

Molly was 16 the first time a man of god used a dead animal to frighten her
& was 12 the first time she learned to become dead ...
Francis was a man of god; her first...
Thursday evenings' choir practices are the hunting ground...rooms buried in the warren presided over by St. Anthony, the last sentinel, this man of stone, protector of travelers, nomads and lost souls
sees nothing, hears nothing, feels nothing
cursing man cursing god
his arms hover in a gesture
that will never begin
or end

1 comment:

Derliwall said...

learning to become dead....this passage holds the weight of the piece for me...

thanks Harlequin :)