Sunday, 17 March 2019

THE CATARACT RINGS

THE CATARACT RINGS

the cataract rings 
to the rhythm of the words
bouncing         off
  the stubborn rocks
 that
dare break the rhythm 

but the spell is strong
the words in spate
will slake the lake’s
rhythm   rippling there

flowing from the rarefied headwaters 
(of the poet’s mind)
they will reach the paddling deltas
of their genre     and then
they will look to the mountains 
and read the words that soar
high on the thermals 
(of the poet’s mind)
        and they will say       look
look at the meter of the headstones
running wet with the tears 
  of an angel with a pen

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