Saturday, June 21, 2003

POEM OF THE DAY Fallen Angel   The chrysalis is broken; smoldering flesh trails a crinkle of smoke: Bloomed wings tangled in a smiling rope will shine.   The corroded ikons peel from your breasts: Saints of snow panting for scripture will shine out like a high and narrow gothic window lets in stained light to the gloomy charnel of bread and wine.   This is the broken shadow of promises kept: Ragged edge; knife soothed in a pitcher of razors, will shine. Dana Pattillo, 1990 (PoD 18) 1:20:45 PM    comment []