Demon of everglade beauty

of the dark space around the


Sensitive to the point of sickness.

Deep-set eyes like the eyes

of some brooding god,


the earth to pieces.

Breath of an invalid, gambler

& saint, weighed down by


Breath of grey and yellow 

skies above you, blood red

buried beneath bone and


Hand of a writer, 

naked without a pen,

like a new-born bird


from its nest: flesh on fire.

Apocalypse mind, opener

of the seventh seal. Mentor of all


Christ-like visions swarm your mind.

Ravaged by depression,

by high ideals that


out your ribs, one by one

into the thick day.



Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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