Morte di S. Francesco (particolare)

Erasure of intensity
featuring angels tonsured by despair
churning out their lachrymosal job
against sprung juvenilia.
Extremities still beckon
a carriage of nourishment
preceded by snow, stripped
of their unique devices
(stripped of their women):
tablature in dissolution
and deep field of drapery-
such a business of cowls.
One shaken fist, at the hieroglyphic
delegatory swarm. A riven disc
inked about a stone footrest
for oscular chiropody.
A barrel for the laity's design
wreathing the statuary line;
cover my mouth in humble exegesis
and testify to birdsong (it was his).

Sarah Law | Mudlark No. 14
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