Mortimer Poem by Leo Yankevich
Mortimer
Always in the sea of his eyes
there is a glimmer of earnest pain.
No miracle's ever touched him,
no angel's whispered in his ears
inside a well-intentioned cliche,
no knock at 5 a.m.
has ever made him doubt his doubt,
the architecture of his logic,
the beauty of his ways.
Out on the porch tonight he stands
alone against the Pharisees,
the Romans, and the stars.
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