O Anna Niemus Poems

As the morning breaks in
holy pastels
above the battle's gory hells
so the spirit loves all being
...

The smoke arising from animal sacrifice
in slaughterhouses, woods and on bloody altars
whose magicians God's creatures alter
is not fragrant frankincense
...

'Love him (or her) or leave him'
is a cliche. But the spiritual
truth is that in order truly to leave
anyone, one must love him or her.
...

Joan speaks of St Francis
who bought animals on the way
to market to liberate them.
Perhaps all can end the following:
...

The secretary to a powerful manager
had slaved for him for years,
had been his doormat.
...

As the matador approached
the bull gave him an explosive left hoof
and then a knockout right horn
...

Nightshards have
from sunrays fled
Daybreak's red
in silence spreads
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