Dolente

Dolente


(for my father 1914 - 2008)



body broken like a stick in the cruel fists of pain and fear
only hope remains
O angels feed me,
no-one needs me,

not even me.

body broken like a stick
only fear remains
in cruel fists of pain.

hope.

there is no hope,
only a body broken in the fist of hope,
for things that have been and gone
to be,
again,

choirs of colour
rainbows of song.

in the cruel of pain and fear
body broken like a stick
in the hands of angels,
things that have been and gone
will be again,

fist,
hand,
feed me

need me.
even me.

O angels fly,
I see them!
iridescent petals of an arc,
shooting flowers in the sky.

O heal me,
in the garden of
forever,

choirs of colour
rainbows of song,

body broken lying in your hand,
in the warm fingers of your earth

free me.