to endure a silence
of memory
never forget
that an unclean pilgrim
cannot touch
in this forbidden country
for the penitent is forgotten
daily
where the wise water
drinks itself
and all sunlight reflects
a difference,
a mystery of hands
unravelled
in unconventional care
while paupers
pinned to crosses
dare smile
when each mother-face
descends with age apart-
secretive
and darkened alone
for each unwed daughter
exiled to dance
moves naked in this pale light
with a million faces never
seen [ though known ]
vigils cut short
by the enmity of callous eye,
by the love-hate of strangers,
by the lie that love is found
only
at the cusp of sun
and moon









27 old applause
