and there but for the grace of God… as the other morning stars sing and clap their hands— a ring of rose clothed in blue rejoicing— two look bound in a sorrow, soon to join him. as other eyes embrace the light, turn toward the clouds, these cradle a grief: his empty arms, the thorns which slither about his naked thighs, feathers slowly shedding rainbow for ash, adopting the dust and clay over which they watch. and though they see his hands— clasped, but not in prayer— his fading back hides the fangs in eyes and brows, the red curls uncoiling toward the Garden. they can’t see the tears he sheds for when their time will come. MEH MEH is Matthew E. Henry, a Pushcart nominated poet with recent works appearing or forthcoming in Amethyst Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Longleaf Review, The Radical Teacher, Teach. Write, and 3Elements Review. MEH is an educator who received his MFA from Seattle Pacific University, yet continued to spend money he didn’t have pursuing a MA in theology and a PhD in education.
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