Arshavir Mckertichian

(Los Angeles, CA, USA)

Of Gold And Immaculate Word - Poem by Arshavir Mckertichian

At my birth
my father built my bones in letters of gold
and my mother filled the marrow
with immaculate word. In my birthbed
I opened of my eye of ebony sponge
my stammering lips,
and dreamed of light
and of the ultimate word. Then in my birthbed
in tears and laughter
I placed Time under my head
and in a pretty dream
arrived at gates of the celestial altar.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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