Smoke Rising
By Georgina Yael Johnson
May-
thy will be done:
shame vanishing by degrees,
life burned out of systematic
grids of war and senseless
hunger, the decomposing
thought of "them"
and "us";
may kindness light
flames melting blindest
treachery in kingdoms come,
may we be delivered through
cinders of sameness in this
pope's mortal end,
showing
cardinal human
in fire insoucient as
the slayer and the slayed
spin planets betrayed
while elders prayed
on daily bread
we took as ours,
forever and ever
bluffing
death's smokey screen
as spirit trespasses
ashey concaves of fear
and Amen floats over
forecasts, delivering
evil non-doing-
thy
will
be
done
as silent in Rome's usurped skies,
the curl of sisteen smoke will rise.
|