pharisees

robed in green and gold

flock from the courthouse grove

to which they shall return for evening prayer

in interim assaulting with pious declarations

 

hard fruit

they roost and eat

from the underside of a frond

why he is perched upside down?

one demands of the Groundskeeper

 

below

in the schoolyard hedges

tomcat is forgetting night terrors

eaten out bellies of strays that hang

in black jaws like crescent moons

treasure!

polyethylene-encrusted

so engrossed in struggle

you are forgiven for thinking

he was wrestling an Angel

 

dawn

a child on christmas

turning a loose glass bulb

illuminating dewey orbs

hung on leylines of spider’s silk

constellations

strung between disparate space

each lattice vibrating gently

it seems to the fly

with the force of far-off Knocking

 

unseen

in a nook of sheet metal awning

hen bows her head

upon a manger of twigs and trash

awaiting the booming voice

june

and its implications further than alpha centauri

heaven closer than the Principal in his garage

rearranging courses on the master schedule

all through the long summer

 

 

Joseph Byron Bennett

 

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