Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis
From deep heart memory of my distant past
the words swell in vaulted resonance.
But now...
I witness in held wit(h)ness.
No more do I avert my gaze.
The inscription of my eyes
holds the reflected arrogance
of your inattention
in sunken oil,
the terrified pulse of
anguished feathered hearts
and warm silk skinned fins.
Ora, ora pro nobis
Pray, pray for us
if you dare.
Irene F. Sullivan
9 June 2010
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1 comment:
Beautiful and touching. The history of woman within me knows this pain and sorrow. I am sad.
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