Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Sonnet #147

In dreams, I was an angel that flew above

the crowd, when a powerful preacher lied
to an illiterate woman, preached hate, I pried
his tongue from his mouth, and drove
the preacher away from manhood, now a dog;
Chased dogs away from the wriggling flesh,
Invisible by will, I hid it in a creche
Of a high closet, wrapped in old towels, a fog
descended on my flight of invisibility
I soared above the world all night, stealing tongues
of men who spoke of hate, voted in irritability

Say they own half the diocese, say they won
the world, once, and keep it in perpetuity.

Take away tongues; change them into dogs that run.

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