Sunday, May 31, 2009

A Month in the Country

He uncovered the eyes of God,
peeled back the blankness
to reveal the quick and the dead,
judged, falling.

What do you call Hell? she asked,
that the church bells wake us
to the roses no one ever sees,
the sun dazzling the graves,
the rain miring the battlefield,
the unexpressed want
pressed between pages in a prayer book.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for commenting on my blog- I feel like a 5 year old next to your Phd Stuff- you write so well!