by Alys Thorpe
Flesh and blood,
Flesh and blood,
and blood and
bone
bone of my bone
flesh of my flesh
very flesh of very flesh
falling, folding,
flying, falling,
you,
salt of my tears
Holy
Queen
Mother
poor
banished children
mourning and weeping
salt of our tears,
soul of a little
act of
contrition,
a little
litany
of faith,
scrabbling
on greased
walls
of faith
a word of hope
with my eyes closed
and the love
blind love and blessing
holy mother,
show us
remember
turn us again
and show us
you,
salt of my tears,
falling
falling
fluttering and falling
blood of my blood
bread of my bone
flesh of my flesh
and
blood of my bone.
very flesh of very flesh
folding and falling
failing
and falling.
