I do not go to meet the angel

The unity of time is fractured.

These things occurred and they persist

more present than today's breath.

Holding them always in mind,

saying neither goodbye nor hello

(the unity of time is fractured)

I do not go to meet the angel:

our meeting already exists.

These things occurred and they persist.

No announcement is to be made:

that presence will just become central,

more present than today's breath.

These things occur and they persist,

more present than today's breath;

the unity of time is fractured.

II.   H O S P I T A L   C L I P S

Not  wearing a coat (white)

Laughing man, she says

you're a child in a tall

body, all tricky and lithe;

can't have seen when you

spy a hint of the enemy and

the grin drops, shocking

your audience with two

holes where there were eyes

With patient

Where is the healing?  What he is at is killing

your killer, the whole art of this healer

violent, selecting what is enabled to live,

dealing the other as much destruction

as he knows.  Hate is what he is at, a holy

war to cure the other of life, with weapons

that maim you.  While he does what he does

to you and the other, your eyes, lashless

and perfectly aimed at his, open.

Easter

for Tara

I was asking for truth:

     light, not

     these transformations

(a living child's jelled

     blood rising

     rotting in her mouth,

the pumps and parts in the sack

     of skin and the tongue

     covered in fungus,                     

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