Gargoyle

 

 

Old stone head
Weathered beyond recognition
Sightless eyes staring down on the churchyard

The passing centuries
The endless rituals
The yew trees

Stone-flesh
Stone-mind
Stone-heart

Rip away the ritual
Pluck out the sightless eyes
Examine the sockets with stone fingers

See

Nothing
A blind understanding
Still fixed to the church in my head

Stone-father
Stone-son
Holy-dust

Minute follows minute
Blood congeals
Time returns

The tolling bell
Birdsong
Being

From the first blow I didn’t want to live

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