How will I know when I have arrived
To the stone temple worthy and on time?
Will the blackbirds lose their velvet wings
Or should I search for a more subtle sign?
I’ve lost the words for betrayal and loss.
With new knowledge in hand I’ll be more kind.
The steep stone steps leading to the altar
Almost impossible to mount and climb.
The empty book empties lost paper birds;
Their words burn my fingers and eyes.
Should I write a rationale to explain
How the poem should spill its odd music?
Or should I sing with broken syllables
In praise of a different kind of divine?