Migration


By Pavel Chichikov

Saints of all the times and places

Assembled in Alphonsus' church

Like doves they occupy their niches

Cooing as they show their faces

Or perch like eagles on their pulpits

Preening angels' ivory pinions

Or like the Virgin and her Poppet

Conveyable they sit on platforms

Fixed with arrows, clutching keys

They huddle griddles to their bosoms

Earless hearken to the chants

Noseless smell the spreading incense

Still, they linger to advance

From chancel and along the nave

To some unvisionable dance

A bright migration rising in a wave


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)

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