WITHOUT SHADOW
when in church
I gravitate towards
the spaces with shadow
deep, dark shadow
the better to observe
those without shadow
singing
their inner light
to the point of exhaustion
shaking the precious
golden vessels that they are
like tambourines
no shadow without
to speak of but
who knows what shadow
penned inside
keeping the flock secure
keeping it meek
who knows
but more to the point
who gives a fig
thinks that
this goes anywhere?
when I leave
long before
the end of the service
I make sure
to rustle up my serpents
pocket them, take
them home with me
poems 2 die for 