The Sky Is All Wing Poem by james watkin
The Sky Is All Wing
The sky is all wing.
Earth, or its mythic double
A gaudy patchwork
Ridden of lovers.
The same, wintry sad
Who had trudged through the rubble
Of heart's shards, moon-dim.
Of heart, the embers.
Miraculous joy!
There is, inside this bubble
Workings of the faiths
Of all the brothers
Smiled out of a child
Onto their profound trouble.
Their prophesied days
Are his forevers!
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