Friday, January 1, 2021

God’s Heir

 God’s Heir

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 1, 2021


Such beauty in light, 

some strange tune born,

mind-smeared now, though 

years younger god’s chord

divine—fever without roots 

Oh sweet, deceitful clay of

earth and pigeons this had to be 

endured patiently till every feeling, overstressed,

welcomed again the summer day

warmth on my neck,

the song-deliverer shine

Oh, gentle muse deserved

I am free

Darkness broke faith 

From gallows i ascend, god’s heir

amid banality

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