Out
of glee
Full
present
Cozy
corners
Cozier
huts
Newt
inspired
With- slithered, open
Sinner
and peasant
Clasped,
licentious fingered
Magic
and common lightly
If
by such care
Would
caress and love
The
intimate, examined
Unwinding
cuffs
All
spirit freed
And
muscled
No
black dog
Returned
from swamp
The
languid muck
Of
the devil’s village
And
heaven’s gate
Unbridle
Run
there
A
sinner slacks
His
mending hands
Self-
healing
His
wounds
Once
red
Sacred
of hell
Dry, without thorns
And
downy felt
Not
pestered arms
Run
there happy
Un-kinged
Gathering
the soft
And
gentle vanquished
Bring
thanks to the river
Horse-
forded
And
whole
A
boy could immerse
Head
back to the sky
Unsettled
Present
idiots
Frowning
at inaction
Free
the enemy
Sloppily
by faith in air
Loose
held as the unborn
God
who mourns
Skinned
wines
And
river dregs
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
