in st brendan's church, bantry
the collar of christ is not mock
incantation but gothic & round
with nimbus behind coming off
as the lid of a shell so he has
the bearing of heroic oyster or
even pearl with steely eyes to
meet the mouth that will take
him in: grim push toward or
rebuttal of transubstantiation.
then it’s an oyster disguise as
he rises from canonical camo,
right hand in nonchalance,
aimed loosely at heaven. is
this my struggle or intention
of the stained-glass maker who
crafted a righteous sword stare
or the happenstance of sand
becoming both lucent, colored
glass & trope of grain of sand
becoming pearl becoming savior.
his stare goes over my head
through parallel stained window,
past wolf tone square as if call
to the halal falafel shop across
the street, with no customers –
the owner’s head bowed to allah.
5 years ago
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