Sunday, March 8, 2015

"A Star at Any Time May Tell Us"

Last disk of blue from the view
Through the invalid's window.
Frailty didn't prevent
Him from meeting deadly sins,
Life, the knife-fighter, leafed out
With innumerable bright blades
Flashing, chiefest among them.

One can't be an invalid
Disembodied, after all,
And the body's wickedness
Is thoroughbred for any
Handicap. So there was joy,
Helpmeet to life, and some games
In which sky and sin had names.

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