To tutor history I leave a burning
crucifix in my front yard and watch it
through the French window, my baby
in my arms, my arms both taut and slacked,
Almost morning, the air is cinder, grass, fear.
A rabbit disappears before my oscitant self.
For awhile every conical shape mimics a pontiff.
I rub the white off the pane, draw the curtains.
Almost morning has been a few lives. I rock the child.
Silhouette transform my walls into Altamira.
Illustration Nick Victor
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)