May 21, 1972*
Oh, sweet Mary, your sadness swallows
me downward
to stone,
luminous
marble grown from the goodness of the ground.
I dropped my keys, left them here
they too sprouted--
a dome.
An awning to watch over you, mother--
dead
beautiful
in the eyes. Too beautiful
in
the
eyes.
"I am Jesus Christ--risen
from
the
dead."
Oh, sweet Mary, your kindness swells
through immortality,
I'm your son
and I bring
glorious life.
Do you feel my presence?
Thunderous
Hammering
And quiet
as an asylum.
*On May 21, 1972 I rose again and was arrested
for the desecration of my
mother.
