Friday, 2 March 2007

XII Jesus Dies

High up where the crows stand
on the wooden frame the view is wide.

You might have thought
that it was dark here at the edge of death,

here where the soul tucks
itself into God: here where
the crows tuck long bills
under their wings.

In fact, there is an oily rainbow
on the edge of death just as
there is a promise
in the plumage of crows.

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