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After Dorian’s Havoc
~ miracle of the sleeping boy of Moratuwa ~
Reposted
Ocean —
Mercury in God’s palm.
Sky —
A leap into brittle crystal
and on grey sand,
huts built on air hunger.
Inside one hut,
a crippled boy sleeps.
Blessed,
blessed shadow of dreams!
Beach —
Strewn with salt and bitterness
where damp men
who hunt fishes wait,
ebony martyrs with
hair like lacquer of night sky’s
merciless blue black.
Church —
a simple affair, effigies of Mary,
Jesus and Saint Michael
framed in alcoves, and a bell.
Now
the sun’s holocaust
with deafening rhythms
consumes all —
Poverty, sky and melancholy boats.
With a sighing susurration
the ocean withdraws,