Altoetting Poem by Leslie Philibert
Altoetting
A dead saint walking; a standalone crossed cloud
sanctified for a black madonna. In hand with a
soon-to-be-holy footer with a belt busting crucifix.
So circle into the blue, the be-seen race, the
block of sunken necks. And a church shouting for air.
(How can I move into another day, when you are
trapped in glory? God resides in quiet corners)
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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