NIGHT BEHIND THE REVEREND'S DESK

For you she is many  .  is extaordinary
commandeering beauty
with every glance

The leaf like presence
                      of your vigilante

obvious in abattoirs
accorded a jubilant day

For you she is woven
and lays on the dais in wait.

.

Adramelech shouted  .  the
only voice operative
         'the house is in flames
          secure the wanton'

And you fold it then
in the whiskey of your body
          in your ambient skin

waking in the ancient morning
looking for him  .  his name

The hair and the mirror
the chill of the floor
when she came.