Morning dressed herself in black
Opened the door to the sun
With a key pressed in a bar of soap
Mourning dressed herself in amber
Closed the door on all before her
Bolted with catechism and holy water
The bars of my cage leave a shadow permanent
Across the bridge of my nose
My mouth describes a downward arc
To spark the star between my eyes
Morning rose in waves of amber
Cold against the doors of dawn
A key to impress a bar of soap
Mourning rose in waves of black
No key for tomorrow’s doors
Unquenched by catechism or holy water
Opened the door to the sun
With a key pressed in a bar of soap
Mourning dressed herself in amber
Closed the door on all before her
Bolted with catechism and holy water
The bars of my cage leave a shadow permanent
Across the bridge of my nose
My mouth describes a downward arc
To spark the star between my eyes
Morning rose in waves of amber
Cold against the doors of dawn
A key to impress a bar of soap
Mourning rose in waves of black
No key for tomorrow’s doors
Unquenched by catechism or holy water
November 2010
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