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Six Quatrefoils in a Transept Rose

            1
Yellow Rose of Bandung breathes
through icy yolklight truth
is beauty, beauty death, a mimesis
like peace, of what is dead

            2
Tell us blackest light, is human
ever the same? - organs 
the same? Black petals
on
a blood-
black log

            3
Yellow, yellow, very yellow
celandine-
overgrown Polish
field of breeze

            4
Red tablecloth, silverware
clatter brokenly tintinn-
abulates a polonaise’s
histrionic blood spilling through
red
glass Princip into
red glass Franz
Josef St., casting
light

            5
Royal blue zeppelins, emerging
royal blue planes, English Channel
Constablian scuds carry blue fire
power into heavens
and Japan’s heavens, leaving much
light

            6
Red glass
bodies to bodies
soldered roses of empty
light inside a pervious church


Posted 11/19/13
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