When white is black

all the bones change

the notes are spread 
as wings
above a storm



The horseman acts alone

but in fatigue meanders, 
filled with moisture



When resonance is silence

The tears of God become our wheat


Broken bread is fractured;
No splint for the will,
the starving child

What excited virgin is tasting blood

as the drums are hammering home?

What soldier's itchy finger scratching?



The winded runner stumbles

The skies are burning brightly

Distance stars are mother's eyes

Sails unfurled, filled with bile


When black is white

The sun becomes the night

January 2004 SGL Oakland, CA